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“Certainly, Gandhi is not inferior to Christ in goodness and sanctity, and he surpasses him in touching humility. Gandhi is the prophet of hope in this age of pessimism and disillusionment. He is a promise of sanity in the madness induced by our world's heedless drinking at the fount of war.”

Quote by Sudhir Kakar

Work

The Seeker: A Novel

The Seeker: A Novel is a work of fiction that delves into the personal quest of a protagonist in an unspecified environment. The story explores themes of self-discovery, personal growth, and the pursuit of a deeper understanding of oneself and the world. more

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Sudhir Kakar
Sudhir Kakar

Sudhir Kakar is an Indian psychoanalyst renowned for his profound insights into Indian culture and psychology. His research spans Indian religion, philosophy, and literature, making significant contributions to understanding Indian society and psychology. more

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