The January Collective

A word from the Editors

As winter unravels its mystic dreams upon the layered snow that remind stranded travellers of the

homebound lane that winds across the valleys, one is revisited by the tales of yore. Tales of as to

how snow-built castles had a warmth of rejuvenation that seemed to emanate from the furnace;

tales of the Sheuli unfurling its petals which wintry evenings stood as a witness to, as well as tales of

memories that led people to recall as to what patterns those past recollections of eternity drew

upon their souls. As the crackling fire of pinewood sends off dreamlike sparks that twinkle in the

eyes of the gazers, one is reminded of the dandelions slowly drifting towards the sky in whose

winged bosom tiny shreds of dreams travel. The twilight soaked memories that are wet with the first

droplets of winter’s soft falling snow have traversed long miles to bask in the warmth of winter’s

homecoming that promises to rejuvenate a spring like gaiety. These memories and dreams that fill

up the shores of the heart’s dwelling just like the amber shade that a fire spreads across a room will

demand a release and materialisation upon the yearlong folded parchment whose yellowing crevices

resemble the patterns that the sledges pulled by the reindeers make over the snow. Hence this

attempt on the part of the Literary Society of the Department of English to capture the wintry

dreams that engulf the creative recesses of youthful hearts and minds so as to provide a mellow

sense of warmth that poetry brings in when the nights grow too cold with fog gathering over the

alleyways. One finds it difficult to navigate their way across those mist-infused lanes but it is the soft

gusts of warm melancholic winds emanating from within a poet’s soul that would clear away the

path and help them to make their silhouette dreams experience the benign rays of dawn.