Kartik Shah

“Los síntomas del amor son los mismos del cólera.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“El corazón tiene mas cuartos que un hotel de putas”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“¿Dónde estás que no estás?”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

“Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant in their glow and freshness. Her ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes. Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower's half-enveloped breast. Her delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the most dazzling diamonds of Golconda. Her narrow and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom, where youth in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures; and beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor.”
― Jules Verne, Around the World in Eighty Days