INK & ECHO - The English Literary Club @SAC

Dear Students,

This Teachers’ Day, INK & ECHO invites you to celebrate a teacher who has made a difference in your life. 

Let your ink speak - write a letter, poem, story, or any creative piece dedicated to your favourite teacher.

 Submission Guidelines:

* Dedicate your submission to a teacher from your school or college.

* Choose any creative format - letter, poetry, story, etc.

* Submit a hard copy to the English Department / Any English faculty.

* ⁠soft copy - email to sahyadriliterature@gmail.com 

Write from the heart. Let your words be the celebration. ✍️

Regards
Department of English - SAC


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