Oh, Lonely Friend
In wonder at monsoon cloud thunder play
With secret steps you made your way
Like the night, silently, you slipped away
Today dawn’s sky shuts its eye the sad breeze cries..
In wonder at monsoon cloud thunder play
With secret steps you made your way
Like the night, silently, you slipped away
Today dawn’s sky shuts its eye the sad breeze cries..
Grumble rumble thundercloud, monsoon rain
Sitting by the riverbank all hope seems vain
Haystack back wheat cutting laid back
By the river bank out on the flood plain
Harvesting the wheat and down came the rain
She got up and opened the desk which had remained untouched for a long time. She set up a canvas with colours, and holding a paint brush in her hand, she began to draw the masterpiece of her dreams, which she determined to exhibit in an art Gallery.
If you want to escape monotony, taking a break from your usual chores of work, Tripura wildlife, mingled with its ancient rock sculpture of Unakoti can be thought to be an ideal retreat.
The argument with the driver of the jeep started midway between Darjeeling to Tiger Hill, as the vehicle trudged uphill, on the winding mountain road…
Woman! God’s creation you’re only by half!
The other half is but man’s fantasy!
His last wish was to have his palms out;
Showing, even Alexander takes nothing with him.
I’ve my innocence reclaimed,
With no further room for guile.
Mr. Pamuk, 46, spoke on the eve of publication of his latest book, which is expected to be a best seller here. The first printing of 50,000 copies, the largest ever for a Turkish novel, is being shipped to bookstores. Read more to learn from his experience and thoughts on his books and other Turkish writers.
Paṭachitra has been one of the most researched, most appreciated visual arts. And like many popular folk arts there have been many doubts and misconceptions regarding Paṭachitra.