In my end is my beginning. -TS Eliot, East Coker I’m starting this blog with a line from the poem East Coker by TS Eliot. I don’t want to get into the nuances of his literature — partly because I don’t understand it fully — but this line seems relevant to me. When we think of beginnings and endings, they are always seen as opposites — one opens the door, and the other closes it. This is what gives us clarity, certainty. But as a new...

If you’ve been to DLRC even once, you know them. They are funny, lovable, and chaotic. Everyone loves them—kids, teachers, random visitors—nobody is immune. I’m talking about our campus dogs, Jacko and Raja. Jacko is… special. He’s white, with brown patches all over his furry body. He’s an old, gentle soul who is fuelled entirely by belly rubs. Once you start petting him, you physically cannot stop because of the puppy eyes he gives. One time, he absolutely reeked of paneer gravy, and nobody...

Some evenings feel special even while they’re happening, and Horizon — DLRC’s musical — was exactly like that. My day started off pretty casually on November 21, 2025. I went to my friend’s house in the afternoon so we could get ready together, but the moment I stepped into Horizon around 5:30 pm, everything shifted. The entire ground was covered in a hazy golden glow from the setting sun, as if it were a warm, glowing filter. The ambience was honestly perfect, but what made the evening truly...