13/09/2026
Every rain-bearing cloud is composed of innumerable drops, each individually inconspicuous, yet collectively capable of quenching a parched land.
Literary Week was much the same.
We remember when this began as a thought tossed into conversation. We carried a plethora of ideas, flinging them towards the leadership as though time, resources and sanity were infinite.
There, someone said,
“Let’s have all these together; let’s have our Literary Week.”
We mentioned it to our Manager SSC last year, when it seemed impracticable. It remained lodged in our minds until July 2026. One sentence took over:
“Literary Week karwana hai.”
Okay. But how?
Our President had an answer: sheer dedication.
And time proved him right.
What followed was the transmutation of ideas into plans, plans into tasks, and tasks into something tangible enough to inhabit the university around us. Meetings, permissions, rehearsals, calls, deadlines, venue changes, frantic messages and problems that appeared whenever we thought we had solved everything else.
The core team, cabinet, and students behind the scenes. Those who arrived early, stayed late, answered messages at impossible hours and quietly picked up falling responsibilities.
At the centre stood our backbone, Ma’am Marvi Bhutto. She became so entwined with our burdens that our stress often seemed shared. She stood beside us through thick and thin and helped turn the impracticable into reality.
And then there is Jamaal Raza.
Our President.
Perhaps DLC was, in some inexplicable way, his baby. Something he had watched grow beneath his leadership, pouring into it time, patience, exasperation and affection. Perhaps that is why this week felt different. It was the last time he could cuddle his baby.
The last time he would watch his club take over the university, before handing this chapter forward.
He seemed to have mortgaged his peace of mind to these days.
Writing this now feels strangely difficult. Some things become harder to articulate once they are over. We know what lived inside those days: anticipation, frenzy, exhaustion, laughter, panic, and the relief that followed.
You saw the fragments.
We lived the entirety of it.
