Shekhar

“The world must be all fucked up,’ he said then, ‘when men travel first class and literature goes as freight.’ That was the last thing he was heard to say.”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“He soon acquired the forlorn look that one sees in vegetarians. His skin”
― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years echoed her.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“It is enough for me to know that you and I exist in this moment”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude