The Painting in the Cup: El Greco – Nazli Karabiyikoglu
The road became steep as I climbed, then it turned into twistedness in my chest. My growling lungs howled, I was breathless with hard coughs. As I felt it wasn’t attractive anymore to follow the mysteries by acting on Moor’s advice, I saw the man’s garden from the low part of the thick, high walls. Interestingly enough, I saw the intertwined cloths he tried to unwind. He tried to spread cloths which were three or four times taller than himself on the ground, then stepping on another cloth, he wrapped himself in the cloth again. He reminded me of Don Quixote.
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Can you please cite the original poem ? Where to find it in Bangla?
Such a wonderful work ma'am ❤️ I loved it
Just a wonderful work Ma'am....I loved it❤️
Very nicely scripted and presented. This gives a wonderful picture of Bandhavharh. One can visualize by reading
Very nice expressed the true feelings. How one feels when left alone in the poem. Really liked feel like it's…
Very insightful interview taken by Owshnik Ghosh of my work and reflections. Thank uou Owshnik.