"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 

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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