Probably, Bangladesh hasn't seen anything more profound than this! Don't overlook the typography of 'Rumi' or Chanchal's playful hide-and-seek! You might even recall the line from 'Monosoroni' - 'Kalo chhori hate ondhora hatey Mohakaler chora pothe.' This song might resonate with you. Once you start watching, you'll be drawn into Maulana Rumi's world! The fusion of Sufi mysticism and Maturidi's brilliance is unparalleled, yet he belongs to no one here.
I keep Coleman Barks' 'A Year with Rumi' on my office table. I feel like every day of the 'Year' - 365 days, Maulana is my companion in his mystical poetry. Whenever I get the chance, I open it. But, I never imagined encountering such a visual work regarding Rumi.
Moments of Rumi's poetry and immersive Sufi music, the prime suspects in the tangled narrative, are right in front, yet it feels like no one's there! A detective, dreams, and the world of dreams, a magic of consciousness and unconsciousness! Waiting for one season after another.
