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“The tears, when they came, slipped from he closed eyelids like so many beads on a prayer chain. Some women cry easily. The tears fall as gently as fragrant raindrops in a sun-shower, and leave the face clear and clean and almost radiant. Other women cry hard, and all the loveliness in them collapses in the agony of it.”

Quote by Gregory David Roberts

Work

Shantaram

This novel is a richly detailed narrative that delves into the complexities of human existence, following the protagonist's journey from a life of crime to a quest for self-discovery and peace. The story is set against the backdrop of a vibrant and chaotic Mumbai, offering a vivid portrayal of the city's diverse cultures and communities. The protagonist's transformation is central to the narrative, as he navigates the challenges of addiction, the allure of the criminal underworld, and the search for a meaningful life. more

Author

Gregory David Roberts
Gregory David Roberts

Gregory David Roberts is an Australian author best known for his autobiographical novel 'The Shawshank Redemption.' This novel was later adapted into a successful film, becoming a classic. Born on June 1, 1952, Roberts' life has been marked by adventure and challenge. more

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