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SHANTARAM

It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know today 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 a wall and being tortured. I realised, somehow, through the screaming in 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 chain, when it’s all you got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.




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