The story of a Man searching for himself in the streets of Bombay. It is the story of a Man who, despite committing crimes, discovers in his depths the noblest and deepest feelings men can feel, learns to enjoy a smile and discovers that beauty and happiness are in the simplest things of life.
I confess that this book grabbed my attention from the front page. I finished reading it today and I still have the words I read well in my mind. I find it difficult to write about books and its story, because the way it “touched me” was too deep, and sometimes it is difficult to convey what it feels like. More than a reading, it was an experience of life, of feelings and of spirituality.
Unfortunately I can not describe how beautiful this work is, the lessons I have learned are stored in my heart, in my soul and I can not share them, I can not describe them clearly. What I can say is that I smile, I laughed, I learned, and that’s all I expect from a book, I’m sure I will not find anything like Shantaram for a long time
“It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realised, somehow, through the screaming of my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them. It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it’s all you’ve got, that freedom is an universe of possibility. And the choice you make between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.”
One of the best books I have read …. a fabulous story described in such a real way that transports us directly to the streets of India. I recommend it to everyone who likes a good read