Reimagining Ulysses: What If the Protagonist Were a Woman? By Manognya Varkoor, Krithika Sudhal from BSc FNBC II YEAR 

If the protagonist of Ulysses were a woman, the poem would be very different. In the original poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ulysses travels across the world in search of knowledge, new cultures, and exciting adventures. However, during that period, women did not enjoy the same freedom as men because society imposed many restrictions on them.

A woman who left her home to travel would have been criticized for abandoning her family. Her character would have been questioned, and she might have been labelled irresponsible. Unlike Ulysses, she would have had to fight not only the challenges of travel but also the expectations of a patriarchal society.

If she still managed to travel, the poem would focus on both her adventures and the obstacles she overcame. Her experiences would be expressed with greater compassion, resilience, and hope. She would celebrate freedom while encouraging other women to dream beyond the limits set by society.

Although she might have faced severe criticism in her own time, future generations would remember her as a courageous woman who challenged social norms and broke patriarchal barriers. Her journey would become a powerful symbol of determination, equality, and women's empowerment.

Weekly Author Feature

Rithvik Singh

Rithvik Singh 

Rithvik Singh is one of the most popular contemporary Indian authors and poets, admired for his heartfelt writing on love, heartbreak, healing, and self-discovery. A graduate in English Literature from Hansraj College, University of Delhi, he began sharing his thoughts and poetry on social media, where his honest and relatable words quickly gained a large following. His writing resonates especially with young readers because it reflects real emotions and encourages self-love, resilience, and personal growth.

Rithvik Singh's writing style is simple, emotional, and deeply inspiring. Instead of using complicated language, he expresses profound feelings through clear and relatable words. His books combine poetry, prose, and personal reflections, making readers feel understood and hopeful. His work reminds people that pain is temporary, healing is possible, and every ending can become a new beginning.

Some of his bestselling books include I Don't Love You Anymore, Thank You for Leaving, Warmth, How to Stop Overthinking Forever, I Cannot Say Goodbye to You, and Did You Ever Love Me? These books have become favourites among readers who are looking for comfort, emotional healing, and motivation. Through his writing, Rithvik Singh continues to inspire countless people to embrace change, let go of the past, and move forward with confidence and hope.

Sources:

Rithvik Singh – Official Website

Penguin Random House India

From Broken Glass to Marshmallows, a poem penned by Udhari Arundhati from, B. A Final year.

FROM BROKEN GLASS TO MARSHMALLOWS.

An April day, a sudden glance,

Two years away from the mirror's dance.

I dressed up, smiled, and clicked a view,

Seeking a dozen slides or two,

Seeking the spark I once called mine,

Before heartbreak blurred each line.

But the gallery holds a double-edged art:

The worst and best days, tearing apart,

Leaving behind a bittersweet trace—

Broken heart pieces with a beautiful hope in their place.

Yet God remembers His favorite child,

No matter how broken the heart or wild.

Looking back at the old and the new,

The glamorous poses were never quite true;

Though the outside looked fine, a picture-perfect role,

I carried that heavy heartbreak in my soul.

But the pain has softened, the focus has shifted,

The weight of the glamorous burden is lifted.

Life isn't about forcing oneself to look grand,

But embracing the soul that God had planned.

I know I wasn't always trapped in this space—

Even the rainbow envied my colorful grace,

Hair styled with a snap, sleep gentle and deep,

Like a river whose currents have no rush to keep.

The sharp, painful fragments finally yield,

Whispering softly across the field:

"I'm happy that at least it is you."

Now the sharp, broken edges are entirely new,

As the stones and broken glasses of yesterday

Turn into marshmallows along the way.

"The Footsteps That Never Returned", A poem by Gouravi from BSc ZCFS III YEAR .

The Footsteps That Never Returned

He went to the hospital...

And somehow, he never came back home.

People say, "Be strong." People say, "Time heals."

But they don't know what it feels like to wait for footsteps that never return.

They don't know how a child learns to smile in front of everyone, yet cries only in the silence of empty rooms.

Birthdays become quieter. Festivals feel heavier. Even achievements lose a little of their joy.

Because no matter how old you grow, there is always a part of you that still looks for your father.

The world moves on. Life continues.

But a child who loses a father loses more than a person— they lose their shelter, their guide, their safest place.

Years may pass, and the tears may become less visible, but the emptiness never truly leaves.

Some wounds do not heal; they simply learn to live inside the heart.

And that pain...

that longing...

is something only a fatherless child can truly understand.

"Last Wish", a poem penned by K. Pranathi, from BSc MSDS, III year.

I was born alone,

And I walk this road alone.

One day, when my journey ends,

I wish to leave alone.

No tears upon my farewell,

No sorrow in my name.

When I am gone,

Let the world remain the same.

What must I do for that?

Fade like I never existed?

Become a passing whisper

Lost within the wind?

Yet before that final day,

I want to live completely free—

To wander like the restless breeze,

To dance across the sea.

To laugh like water splashing,

To chase the open sky,

To carry no regrets at all

When it's my time to die.

And when death stands before me,

Quiet and serene,

What must I do to greet it

With a heart forever clean?

Perhaps the answer is simple—

Neither fame nor company;

To cherish every fleeting moment,

And love my solitude faithfully.

"Ink, Ideas, and Identity: My Story with Quills". An experience shared by Haseena Ahmed Jabri from,  B.Sc FSCCA, III year.

“Sometimes, the right words don’t just inspire us—they quietly transform who we become.”

The Beginning
It all began on the very first day of my college life, during the orientation conducted by the Department of English and Foreign Languages. Among the many introductions that day, one moment stayed with me—Dr. Jhilam Chattaraj reciting her poem Mirchi and Bhajji from her book Noise Cancellation. In that moment, I didn’t just hear a poem—I felt something awaken within me. I remember thinking, I wish she would become my teacher.

A year later, that wish came true.

A Spark Turns Into Action

When she entered my classroom in my second year, I felt a quiet sense of happiness. A few weeks into her classes, she encouraged me to read more. That very day, I rushed to the library, picked up a book, and began reading with a renewed sense of purpose. Soon after, I gathered the courage to ask her how to start writing. With her guidance, I began journaling—slowly, imperfectly, but consistently.

That was the beginning.

Finding My Place in Quills

With her encouragement, I participated in an essay competition and became a member of the Quills Literary Club. Entering Quills felt like stepping into a space where words had life. I deeply admired the *Arunodaya Student Magazine*, yet I hesitated to write for it for a long time, constantly questioning myself.
For nearly a year, I remained a silent observer—reading, appreciating, and learning. Looking back, that phase taught me patience and gave me the courage to begin.

Stepping Into Growth

Gradually, Quills became more than just a literary space for me. I hosted programs, participated in competitions, and eventually took on responsibilities. Being appointed as the Student Chief Coordinator of the P. N. Panicker Reading Club was a turning point—it pushed me beyond hesitation and into action.

From organizing sessions to interacting with authors and attending the Hyderabad Literary Festival, each experience shaped my perspective. Later, serving as the Student Convener for the Quills 10th anniversary further strengthened my confidence.
Finding My Voice

And then, quietly, I began to write.
In December 2025, I wrote my first poem. Seeing it published and appreciated gave me the courage I had been waiting for. Eventually, I became a contributor to the Arunodaya Student Magazine, marking a moment of true self-belief.

Becoming

Looking back, this has been one of the most memorable journeys of my B.Sc. life.
From a hesitant first-year student to someone who expresses, leads, and creates—I see a transformation not just in my skills, but in my identity. Quills did not change me overnight; it shaped me gradually, helping me find my voice.
Quills was never just a club.

It was where my thoughts found direction, and my identity found expression. 

I wholeheartedly express my sincere gratitude to our HOD, Dr. M. Suchitra ma’am, for her constant support and invaluable guidance throughout my journey. Her presence has not only been that of an academic leader but also a source of steady encouragement and inspiration. As the Chairperson of the Quills Literary Club and P.N. Panicker Reading Club, her dedication to nurturing young minds has left a lasting impact on me.

I also extend my heartfelt thanks to all the faculty members of the Department of English and Foreign Languages. Their encouragement, guidance, and belief in my abilities have played a significant role in shaping my experiences and growth.

 Weekly Author Feature 

Amithaba bagchi

Amitabha Bagchi

Amitabha Bagchi is a prominent contemporary Indian writer known for his contribution to Indian English literature. He is admired for his thoughtful storytelling, realistic characters, and deep understanding of modern Indian society. Along with being a novelist, he is also an academic and teaches Computer Science at Indian Institute of Technology Delhi. His dual identity as a writer and professor makes him a unique personality in the literary world.

Bagchi was born in India and developed an interest in literature from an early age. His writing reflects both intellectual depth and emotional sensitivity. He often explores themes such as family relationships, urban life, identity, loneliness, memory, and the changing values of Indian society. His language is elegant and expressive, making his works appealing to both common readers and literary critics.

His first novel, Above Average, published in 2007, gained attention for its portrayal of the life of an ordinary engineering student. It presents the pressures, dreams, and insecurities faced by young people in modern India. Another important novel is The Householder, which deals with family life and personal struggles in urban India.

Bagchi became internationally recognized with his celebrated novel Half the Night is Gone. This novel received the prestigious DSC Prize for South Asian Literature in 2019. It is a deeply moving work that combines grief, memory, class divisions, and father-son relationships. The novel is praised for its rich language and emotional power.

Another significant work is This Place, which explores Delhi as both a city and an idea, reflecting social and political realities. Through his novels, Bagchi presents a vivid picture of contemporary India and its complexities.

In conclusion, Amitabha Bagchi is an important voice in modern Indian literature. His works combine intellect with emotion and realism with artistry. He has successfully portrayed the struggles and hopes of Indian people through meaningful stories. As a novelist and teacher, he continues to inspire readers and students alike.

Sources : Wikipedia, and publisher author pages, IIT Delhi website.

 "A QUIET POEM FINDS ME", a poem by Mukkala Pallavi, B.A HEP II YEAR.

In a busy world, I searched for something to find,

So I chose a pen and paper, leaving my phone behind.

Today I wished to speak,not through a screen so bright,

But to whisper to the paper,My feelings soft and light.

I once heard "paper has patience",

It listens to every story we choose.

So, I began to write...Then paused,

Not knowing how to start,or what to say.

In my quite Room,with the door closed tight,

I sat by the window, watching the light.

Outside,some students beneath a tree,

Were writing their work so peacefully.

The birds were gossiping,in gentle tone.

And I realised then,in that silent view,

Everyone had something meaningful to do.

But 'I',held my pen,still searching for peace,

Wondering when this restless thought would cease.

Then softly,a quiet poem found its way---

Not asking who I am,or what I say.

It spoke in feelings, 

with every line,it shows 

That,"peace begins when kindness grows".

And just as my heart began to feel light,

Time reminded me of duties to write.

So I closed my page with a gentle sigh---

Leaving my poem... unfinished,yet alive.

Farmers – The Backbone of Our Nation! 

An Article by Rabiya Banu,B Sc MBTC, II Year 

When we sit down to eat, we rarely think about the hands that made our meal possible. Behind every grain of rice and every piece of bread is the silent sacrifice of a farmer. Farmers are not just workers in the field; they are the lifeline of our nation. Their sweat nourishes the soil, and their hope grows with every seed they plant.

“When a farmer plants a seed, he plants hope for the entire nation.”

Farming is not just a profession; it is an act of faith. A farmer plants a seed without any guarantee of success. Droughts, floods, pests, and falling market prices can destroy months of hard work in a single day. Despite these hardships, they do not give up. They return to the fields with the same determination, because they know the nation depends on them.

In a country like India, millions of families depend on agriculture. Yet, the very people who feed the nation often struggle to feed their own families. They wake up before sunrise, work under the burning heat, face unpredictable rains, and still continue with courage. While cities sleep peacefully, farmers worry about their crops, debts, and the uncertain future of their harvest.

Farmers do not ask for luxury, they ask for dignity. They do not seek sympathy, they seek fairness. If we truly value the food on our plates, we must value the lives behind it.

We often call farmers the backbone of our nation, but do we truly treat them that way? Respect for farmers should not be limited to words in speeches or textbooks. It should reflect in fair prices, proper support, better facilities, and genuine appreciation for their contribution. Supporting farmers means securing our own future.

Conclusion

Farmers are the real heroes of our country. Their silent sacrifices nourish not only our bodies but also the strength of our nation. It is time we stand with them, respect them, and ensure that the hands that feed us are never left empty — because a nation that neglects its farmers neglects its own future.

“Respect the farmer, because every heartbeat of the nation depends on their harvest.”

A Letter to Sarojini Naidu on National Women's Day (India),By Kripa Gupta,B.Sc II Year.

Dear Sarojini Naidu,

I am Kripa Gupta, a student from Telangana, Hyderabad, currently pursuing my degree at RBVRR Women’s College. With deep respect, I write this letter to reflect upon the present condition of India, the nation for whose freedom you dedicated your life.

You worked tirelessly for national unity, women’s empowerment, social equality, and democratic rights. For you, freedom was not merely political independence but the assurance of dignity, justice, and equal opportunity for every citizen. Your vision was of an India where harmony prevailed beyond the barriers of caste, religion, and gender.

Today, India has progressed in education, technology, and global standing, and women are contributing in many fields. Yet gender inequality, social divisions, unemployment, and corruption still remain.

If you were present today, you would likely stress ethical leadership, unity, and stronger empowerment of women through education and independence. While much has been achieved, your vision of a fully just and harmonious India is still incomplete.

Thank you.

With sincere respect,

Kripa Gupta

RBVRR Women’s College

Hyderabad, Telangana

"Ramdan - Lanterns, Longings, and the Light within", An Article by Haseena Ahmed Jabri, from B Sc FSCCA III YEAR.

Ramdan - Lanterns, Longings, and the Light within.

Credits : Pinterest (Muslimaah)

 The Blessed Month of Ramadan

Ramadan begins with the sighting of the crescent moon. With its arrival, a month of spirituality, discipline, and devotion begins. It is not merely a month of staying hungry — it is a complete spiritual training program for the heart, mind, and soul.

This is the month in which the Holy Qur’an was revealed to Prophet Muhammad (PBUH). Therefore, Ramadan is deeply connected with the Qur’an — a time to recite it with proper Tajweed, understand its meaning, and reflect upon its guidance.

After the regular Isha prayer, Muslims offer a special prayer called Tarawih, where long portions of the Qur’an are recited in a peaceful and soothing atmosphere inside the mosque.

It is believed that during Ramadan, every good deed is rewarded many times more — multiplying blessings and encouraging kindness, charity, and forgiveness. The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) taught that in this month, the gates of Paradise are opened, the gates of Hell are closed, and devils are chained — making it a divine opportunity for spiritual renewal.

Suhoor – The Pre-Dawn Meal

The day begins early with Suhoor (Sahar), the pre-dawn meal, usually from around 3:30 AM until 5:00 AM. After this, fasting begins and continues for about 13 long hours until sunset.

But why do Muslims fast?

Fasting is one of the Five Pillars of Islam and a command from Allah. It is observed to develop taqwa — a deep awareness that Allah is watching us at all times. When a person avoids food, drink, and even wrong actions solely for the sake of Allah, it strengthens sincerity and obedience.

Fasting is not only from hunger — it is fasting from:

•  Anger
•  Gossip
•  Lying
•  Negative behavior

It purifies both the body and the soul.

Iftar – opening the Fast

At sunset, around 6:30 PM, the fast is opened. This time is known as Iftar. Traditionally, it begins with dates and fruits. There is a special joy — especially for children — in opening the fast. It feels like feeding not just the body, but also the soul. 

During these long hours of fasting, we learn:

• Patience (Sabr)
• Self-control over hunger
• Control over anger
• Empathy for those who are less fortunate
• Gratitude (Shukr) for daily blessings.

When we feel hunger, we understand the pain of those who experience it daily. This increases compassion, charity (Zakat and Sadaqah), and generosity.

This routine continues for 29 or 30 days, shaping us spiritually, mentally, and emotionally.

 Evenings of Ramadan

After Iftar, many engage in spiritual recitation and prayers until 10:30 or 11:00 PM. The last ten nights hold special importance, especially Laylatul Qadr — the Night of Power — which is described as better than a thousand months.

The nights of Ramadan are lively and beautiful. Markets remain busy as families shop for Eid. Streets are filled with smiling faces and helping hands. There is a sense of unity and generosity everywhere. Muslims around the world fast together, pray together, and break their fast together — strengthening the feeling of Ummah.

A special dish enjoyed during this month is Haleem, eagerly awaited and cherished as a highlight of Ramadan evenings.

The Joy of Eid

After 30 days of fasting and devotion, the day of Eid al-Fitr arrives.

In the morning around 8 or 9 AM, Muslims gather for Eid prayer. When we return home, the sweet aroma of Sheer Khurma fills the house, making everyone excited to taste it.

We:

• Wear new clothes
• Meet relatives and friends
• Seek blessings from elders
• Collect “Eidi” from family members

I have a bundle of friends who eagerly wait for Sheer Khurma on Eid day — it has become our sweet tradition! The True Essence of Ramadan

Ramadan is not just about fasting. It is about:

•  Strengthening faith
•  Purifying the soul
• Building discipline
•  Developing self-control
• Practicing empathy and kindness

It teaches us that real strength is not physical — it is the ability to control our desires, anger, and speech.

Ramadan transforms hunger into humility, prayer into power, and discipline into devotion.

Most importantly, it reminds us to continue these values throughout the entire year — not just for 30 days.

Every year, as the month ends, we already begin to miss it and wait eagerly for its return. 

Author Feature 

Sudha Murty – The Writer with a Golden Heart

SUDHA MURTY 

Sudha Murty is one of India’s most admired authors and social workers. She is widely known for her simple yet meaningful writing style that connects deeply with readers of all ages. Her stories focus on human values such as honesty, kindness, gratitude, and humility. What makes her writing special is that it is easy to understand, yet filled with powerful life lessons.

Born on August 19, 1950, in Karnataka, Sudha Murty was an excellent student from childhood. She completed her engineering degree at a time when very few women chose that field. In fact, she became the first female engineer hired at TELCO (now Tata Motors), breaking gender barriers and setting an example for many young women in India. Her courage and determination showed that women can succeed in any field they choose.

Apart from her professional achievements, Sudha Murty is deeply involved in social service. As the chairperson of the Infosys Foundation, she has worked tirelessly in areas such as education, rural development, healthcare, orphan care, and disaster relief. She believes that giving back to society is a responsibility, not a choice. Her philanthropic efforts have transformed many lives across India.

As a writer, Sudha Murty draws inspiration from her real-life experiences during her travels and social work. Her stories often reflect the realities of Indian society — both its struggles and its beauty. Through her books, she teaches that true wealth lies in good character and compassion. She reminds us that even small acts of kindness can make a big difference.

Some of her most popular books include Wise and Otherwise, The Day I Stopped Drinking Milk, Grandma’s Bag of Stories, and How I Taught My Grandmother to Read. These works are especially loved by students because they are relatable, heartwarming, and inspiring.

Sudha Murty has received several awards for her contributions to literature and social service. She was honored with the Padma Shri and the Padma Bhushan by the Government of India for her remarkable work. Despite receiving such prestigious awards, she continues to live a simple and humble life, proving that greatness lies in simplicity.

In conclusion, Sudha Murty is not just an author but a role model for millions. Her life teaches us that education, hard work, and kindness can create real change in society. Through her words and actions, she inspires young minds to dream big, stay grounded, and always choose the path of goodness.

Yes, "I do". A story by Twinkle Kondepogu from B.A III.

They say love is in the air — somehow everywhere — and when the time is right, it finds a way to make two hearts meet, even when both have stopped believing.

“Do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.” – Song of songs 2:7

Vinnetha hailed from the Garden City of India — none other than namma Bengaluru. She was an old-school, hopeless romantic wrapped in the fast-paced life of a corporate girlie. Between meetings, deadlines, and endless coffee cups, love was the last thing she ever thought about.

But one day, fate had other plans.

During a corporate seminar, she accidentally bumped into a guy named Jay.

“Hey, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you coming,” Jay said, steadying her before her coffee spilled.

“It’s fine… my fault,” she replied, brushing it off with a polite smile.

That was the beginning. Six months later, they met again at another work event. Jay smiled, “Hey! I know you! The girl who almost dropped her coffee.”

She laughed lightly. “Oh yes, that embarrassing moment.”

“Well, maybe we can make better memories this time?” he said with an easy grin. Hesitantly, she gave him her number.

What began as a polite exchange soon grew into something deeper. Their conversations became longer, warmer, and full of care.

 Good morning texts turned into late-night calls. For the first time, Vinnetha felt something she couldn’t explain — a quiet happiness.

One evening, Jay confessed, “Vinnetha, I know this might sound crazy, but I think I’m falling for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Jay… I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “You caught me off guard.”

He chuckled nervously. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to be honest.”

She didn’t respond then. But her heart knew something had changed.

A year later, she finally gathered the courage to express what she felt. Nervously typing, she wrote:

“Hi Jay, how was your day? I have something to share. Are you free?”

He replied:

“Yeah, hectic day, but tell me. What’s going on?”

Her hands trembled as she typed again:

“Jay, this feels strange. I’ve never felt like this before. I think you’re the one for me. I love you.”

The screen stayed silent for minutes that felt like hours. Then came his reply:

“Vinnetha, I should have told you this earlier, but I didn’t have the courage. I do love you — truly — but there’s something you don’t know. I’m already engaged.”

Her breath caught. “Engaged?” she typed, heart pounding. “What are you saying, Jay? You told me you loved me!”

“I did,” he wrote, “but my engagement was arranged by my parents. I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” she typed back furiously. “You played with my feelings! You built dreams with me, Jay!”

“Please, don’t hate me,” he replied. “You mean so much to me, but I can’t break this engagement.”

Her tears blurred the screen. “You already broke me,” she whispered, deleting his number that night.

Months later, just as her heart began to heal, a notification lit up her phone — Jay. Her hands trembled. She opened the message and froze. It was a wedding invitation.

His message read:

“Hey, Vinnetha. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I wanted to tell you I’m getting married next week. You were a special part of my life, and I hope someday you can forgive me. It would mean a lot if you could come.”

Tears rolled down her face as she typed back,

“Jay, how can you even ask me that? You broke me, and now you want me to come watch you marry someone else?”

He replied quickly,

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted you to know I’ll always wish you happiness.” 

Her anger burst through the pain.

“You don’t get to wish me happiness, Jay. You destroyed mine.”

There was a long pause before he sent his final text:

“I’m sorry, Vinnetha. Maybe this is how it was meant to be.”

She stared at the screen as her vision blurred. “Then why did love find me only to leave me empty?” she whispered, clutching her phone to her chest as tears fell endlessly.

That night, she cried until her pillow was drenched — praying for peace, praying to forget.

Six years passed……

Time dulled the ache, but it never erased it. She smiled again, focused on her work, and kept moving forward — but her heart remained quiet, guarded. One night, after another long day, she knelt by her bed and whispered through her tears,

“God… You’ve seen my pain. You know my heart. Do You still remember me? Will I ever find someone who loves me the way You intended?”

Her tears slowly gave way to sleep. That night, something divine happened she saw a dream — a man standing in soft light, smiling gently at her. Then she heard a calm, loving voice say,

“This is the man I have chosen for you. He is the one you will marry.”

She woke up startled, her heart racing. “It’s just a dream,” she told herself, trying to brush it off. But deep down, she couldn’t forget that face.

Three days later, stepping out of her office, she froze. Standing across the road was the same man from her dream. Their eyes met briefly, but neither spoke.Her heart pounded, her hands went cold. “No way,” she murmured. And she had a war between her soul and mind. Not knowing how to believe it.

A year later ,one day suddenly she returned home from office to find guests in the living room. Her parents smiled as she entered. “Vinni, meet Andrew,” her father said warmly. She froze. It was him — the dream guy.

His family came with a marriage proposal.”

Vinnetha stood speechless, her heart pounding. “What… how…?” she whispered to herself. She couldn’t believe it. She rushed into her room.The families talked, and within a few days, the proposal was accepted.

The wedding was simple, elegant, and full of peace — something her heart hadn’t felt in years. As she walked down the aisle in her white gown, holding her bouquet, her eyes met Andrew’s eyes. His warm smile made her heart melt.

When she reached him, he whispered softly, “You look like the answer to every prayer I’ve ever said.”

Tears filled her eyes as she whispered back, “And you look like the promise God never forgot to keep.”

The pastor’s words echoed through the church: “What God has joined together, let no man separate.”

And the church said, AMEN.

For the first time in years, Vinnetha’s heart felt complete.

A week after their wedding, Andrew noticed she was still a little distant. One evening, he planned a candlelight dinner on their balcony. That evening, the world felt unusually still — the sky painted in strokes of rose and gold as twilight slowly melted into night. Their little balcony overlooked the whispering trees, the faint hum of the city fading into the rhythm of their hearts. Candles flickered gently between them, their light dancing across Andrew’s face.

Vinnetha sat quietly, the scent of jasmine and warm food mingling with the ocean breeze that carried distant laughter and the promise of peace.

Andrew broke the silence first, his voice soft.

“Vinni… you know, when I prayed for my wife, I didn’t ask for perfection. I just asked for someone who had known pain but still chose to love deeply.”

She looked up, eyes glistening. “And you found me?” she asked with a faint smile.

He smiled back. “No,” he said gently, “God found you for me.”Vinnetha smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “Funny,” she whispered, “God showed me the same thing… even before I met you in my dream.”

Her heart fluttered, and tears began to form, blurring the soft candlelight.

As they ate, Andrew gently took her hand. “You know, Vinni… I always prayed that when I find my wife, I’d know she’s the one. And when I saw you for the first time, I just knew.”

Tears welled up in her eyes.

He smiled tenderly, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know we’re already married,” he said softly, “but this… is for every day I’ll choose to love you again.”

He opened the box to reveal a delicate ring — a symbol of a love that wasn’t found by chance, but by grace.

Vinnetha gasped, tears falling freely now. “Andrew…..you have no idea what this means to me.”

But tonight, I want to give you this — not as a promise of forever, but as a reminder of the One who held us together when we were still strangers.”

He smiled, sliding the ring onto her finger. “yes I do,” he whispered. “Because God didn’t just give me a wife — He gave me a miracle.”

Andrew …” she whispered, her voice breaking, “I once thought love had left me. That God forgot my story.”

He took her hand, pressed it to his heart, and said, “He never forgot. He was simply waiting — shaping both our hearts in silence.” And started reciting by looking into her eyes,

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man offered for love all the wealth of his house, he would be utterly despised.(Song of songs 8:6,7)

Tears fell freely now, warm and sacred.

Andrew leaned closer, his forehead resting against hers.

“Every heartbreak you carried,” he murmured, “was God’s way of clearing space for me. Every tear you shed watered the soil for what we have now.”

She smiled through her tears, whispering, “And every prayer I thought went unanswered… was being woven into this moment.”

The night wrapped them in its quiet blessing. The sea breeze carried the faint sound of waves, the moon glowed like a witness, and time seemed to pause — reverent, holy.

Vinnetha looked up at the stars and whispered, “You kept Your promise, Lord. You wrote beauty from ashes.”

And as Andrew held her close under the silver sky, she realized —

Love was never lost.

It had only been waiting at the end of surrender.

Weekly Author Feature 

Vidya krishnan

Vidya Krishnan

Vidya Krishnan is an Indian investigative journalist and author known for her in-depth reporting on public health, science, and social justice. Over the years, she has built a reputation for covering complex health issues such as tuberculosis, pandemic preparedness, pharmaceutical ethics, and health inequality. Her journalism often examines how politics and power structures influence access to healthcare, especially in developing countries.

She has worked with prominent publications in India and internationally. In India, she served as a health and science editor at The Hindu, and her writing has also appeared in global outlets that focus on policy, science, and international affairs. Her reporting during the COVID-19 pandemic gained attention for its critical and evidence-based analysis, though it also exposed her to online harassment for speaking out on sensitive issues.

As an author, she wrote Phantom Plague, which explores how tuberculosis shaped world history, public health systems, and global inequalities. The book combines medical history with investigative journalism to show how TB remains a major but neglected disease. She later authored White Lilies, a reflective work that blends personal narrative, grief, and cultural observation.

Vidya Krishnan has also been associated with leading academic institutions such as Harvard University, University of Oxford, and SOAS University of London. She was a recipient of the Nieman Fellowship, a prestigious program that supports accomplished journalists from around the world. Her work continues to focus on the intersection of science, policy, and human rights.

Sources: Wikipedia, Penguin Random House India (official publisher website), The Indian Express (Book Review Section), and Kirkus Reviews.

 Visit to Hyderabad Literary Festival – 24th January

Twinkle Kondepogu – B.A. MLHJ III Year

Hello everyone,

This is Twinkle Kondepogu from B.A. MLHJ III year. I have seen my seniors and super seniors talking about HLF and their experiences while they were in college, and that led me into the space of curiosity to know about HLF and experience it. Finally this year, by God’s grace, it was my turn to go and explore it by myself. It was a very different kind of experience for me. I had so much to learn and explore and to meet new people. I met many innovative startup founders and their ideas were inspiring and interesting. I bought a lot of stuff along as a memory.

I want to take a moment to thank the Department of English and Foreign Language for encouraging us to take part in all this. My special thanks to Dr. Jhilam Chattaraj ma’am for the incredible opportunity and to our HOD Suchitra ma’am for the constant support. It was so much fun going along with my juniors, super juniors, and my batchmate Haseena. We took a lot of photos. Thank you HLF for making it possible and keeping literature and art still alive in the era of technology. I would like to make it a ritual visit every year from now on. Whoever is reading this, if you ever get a chance to go to HLF, don’t miss it. Trust me, it’s going to be an amazing memory.

With love,

Twinkle Kondepogu

Ankar Megha – B.Com Computers II Year

I visited the Hyderabad Literary Fest and had a wonderful experience. The sessions were beautiful and full of meaningful ideas. Many great poets shared their inspiring thoughts and poems. Listening to them felt magical and enlightening. It was a different experience to hear poetry live rather than just reading it in books. The way they expressed emotions through their voice made every word more powerful.

The atmosphere was creative, calm, and full of literary energy. I could see people of different age groups sitting together and listening with so much interest. There were beautiful stalls with books, art, and unique items. Each stall had something interesting to explore and admire. I spent some time going through book collections and reading summaries to understand the themes. I discovered new authors and stories that sparked my curiosity and made me want to read more in my free time. Overall, it was a peaceful and inspiring experience for me.

Jayanti – B.Com Computers II Year

Visited the Hyderabad Literary Festival on the 24th of January with my colleagues. It was my first time visiting HLF. We explored a lot of stalls, workshops, and exhibitions, and also attended the Kaavya Dhaara session led by Dr. Jhilam Chattaraj. I had the chance to hear some incredible authors speak. It was a great reminder of how much talent and diverse thought we have around us.

Getting hands-on and learning a new skill alongside other enthusiasts was a fantastic way to step outside my usual routine. Interacting with people who share similar interests made the experience even more meaningful. It really drove home the value of continuous learning and looking at things from a fresh, creative perspective. I’ve come back with a fresh outlook and a long list of book recommendations that I’m excited to explore.

Haseena Ahmed Jabri – B.Sc. FSCCA III Year

Visited HLF on the 24th of Jan with my colleagues. It was my first time visiting HLF. We explored a lot of stalls, workshops, exhibitions and also attended the Kaavya Dhaara session led by Dr. Jhilam Chattaraj. I had the chance to hear some incredible authors speak. It was a great reminder of how much talent and diverse thought we have around us.

Getting hands-on and learning a new skill alongside other enthusiasts was a fantastic way to step outside my usual routine. It really drove home the value of continuous learning and looking at problems from a fresh, creative perspective. I’ve come back with a fresh perspective and a long list of book recommendations.

On 24th January, I attended HLF for the first time, and it felt like a gentle pause from everyday life. The day was calm, inspiring, and deeply memorable. I explored different art forms, met authors and people from diverse backgrounds, and attended sessions like Kaavya Dhaara, which reminded me how powerful spoken words can be.

The Youngistaan Nukkad offered some of the most engaging experiences. The Networking Board stood out for its ability to recognise talent and connect people within the same industry, creating opportunities for growth and collaboration. The Little Boto Project beautifully showed how colouring-based artworks can strengthen bonding between parents and children while nurturing creativity, focus, and learning.

Reading took on a creative form at Booqx, where participants exchanged books with strangers, encouraging a shared reading culture. Pustakaar, a mobile library, added an element of surprise by letting readers roll a die to choose a wrapped book, making reading playful and exciting. I ended the day by gifting myself a few badges and bookmarks—small memories from a meaningful experience.

Pranathi – B.Sc. MSDS II Year

This is Pranathi, B.Sc. MSDS II year. I was very glad to be there and want to thank Jhilam ma’am for suggesting me to go there. It was a beautiful experience for me as an art admirer. It was not just a literary fest but a gathering of art irrespective of which form it is. I attended a few sessions where speakers shared their creative journeys, and it was inspiring to see how passionate they were about their work.

I also enjoyed walking around the venue and observing the art displays and book stalls. Seeing so many people interested in literature and art made me feel happy and motivated. Your job there is just to enjoy and learn a new perspective of each art form. I didn’t even realise when time flew by because every session had something new to offer. Also, the venue was so good and the management did a great job organizing everything smoothly. I’m really lucky that I had a vibeful company with me, which made the whole experience even more memorable and enjoyable.

All of us visited HLF under the guidance of Dr. Jhilam Chattaraj ma’am, and we sincerely thank her for giving us this opportunity. We extend our best wishes to everyone. Apart from academics, such festivals boost students’ confidence, creativity, and communication skills. They provide relaxation from regular routine and help us gain new perspectives in an inspiring environment.

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Weekly Author Feature.

Anuradha Roy

Anuradha Roy

Anuradha Roy is a prominent contemporary Indian novelist writing in English, known for her refined, introspective, and emotionally resonant style. She was born in Calcutta (now Kolkata) and studied in India before beginning her career in publishing. She later became closely associated with the Indian literary world not only as a writer but also as an editor—she has served as an editor at Roli Books, a major Indian publishing house. This dual role has given her a deep understanding of literature, narrative craft, and the evolving concerns of modern Indian writing.

Roy’s fiction is marked by a strong focus on inner lives, especially those of women, and on the subtle ways in which history, politics, and society shape personal destinies. Rather than addressing social issues through loud or polemical narratives, she prefers quiet, reflective storytelling where emotions, memory, and silence play a crucial role. Her novels often explore themes such as freedom and confinement, trauma and healing, displacement, family relationships, and the tension between individual desire and social expectation. Anuradha Roy is widely appreciated for her lyrical prose, psychological depth, and humane perspective, which place her firmly within the tradition of serious Indian literary fiction.

Her famous work: All the Lives We Never Lived

This is Anuradha Roy’s best and most impactful work, widely recommended for readers of all ages and backgrounds. Set against the backdrop of India’s freedom movement, it beautifully explores themes of freedom, identity, and personal sacrifice in a thoughtful and relatable manner, making it suitable for almost every reader.

Sources : Author interviews and profiles in The Hindu and Indian Express

• Publisher descriptions and literary reviews.

Weekly Author Feature 

Meena Kandaswamy.

Meena Kandasamy 

Meena Kandasamy is a prominent Indian writer who writes in English and is known for her fearless and powerful voice. She is a poet, novelist, essayist, and activist whose work strongly addresses issues of caste, gender, patriarchy, and political violence in Indian society. Her writing challenges dominant narratives and gives space to voices that are often silenced.

She first gained recognition through her poetry collections Touch and Ms. Militancy, where she blends personal experience with political resistance. Her poems are sharp, direct, and emotionally intense, reflecting her commitment to social justice and equality. Through poetry, she established herself as a bold and uncompromising literary voice.

Meena Kandasamy later moved into fiction with novels like The Gypsy Goddess and When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife. These works received international attention for their experimental style and honest portrayal of oppression, trauma, and survival. Her novels are known for breaking traditional narrative structures and confronting uncomfortable realities.

Overall, Meena Kandasamy stands out in Indian English literature for combining art with activism. Her writing is not just meant to be read, but to provoke thought, resistance, and dialogue, making her an important contemporary author to feature.

Sources:

Wikipedia, Penguin Random House India, Simon & Schuster India.

 Weekly Author Feature.

RUPI KAUR.

Rupi kaur 

Rupi Kaur is an Indian-origin poet, author, and illustrator, born in 1992 in Punjab, India, and raised in Canada. She is widely known for bringing poetry into the digital age and for giving voice to young women across cultures.

Although she lives abroad, Rupi Kaur’s writing is deeply influenced by Indian experiences, especially themes of womanhood, patriarchy, migration, family, and generational trauma—all of which strongly reflect Indian society and diaspora life. Her poetry often mirrors the silence, strength, and resilience of Indian women.

Her bestselling book Milk and Honey explores pain, healing, body image, and female endurance—topics closely connected to the lived realities of many women in India. The Sun and Her Flowers focuses on roots, immigration, identity, and belonging, symbolized through flowers and ancestry, echoing Indian cultural values. Her later work Home Body reflects inner healing, selfhood, and emotional survival, themes relatable to contemporary Indian youth.

With her minimalistic style and emotional honesty, Rupi Kaur represents a modern Indian voice on a global platform, bridging tradition and modern expression.

Sources:

1.Wikipedia – Rupi Kaur (biography, works, images)

2.Official author pages: Simon & Schuster