Janakikutty resides at Perinthalmanna in Palhat district. Has published three collections of poetry “Vimochanageethangal” (Liberation Songs), “Njan Sryanan” (I am the sun) and “Charitratheetham” (Beyond History). Has written many articles and songs. The poem “Kalam Vilichuparanjath” (What Time Proclaims) from the collection Charithraatheetham (Beyond History) is included here. Janakikutty’s poetry is a fight against history. In his introduction poet O.N.V Kurup evaluates the poem “What time proclaims” thus: “The poem gives a new definition to freedom in the light of modern times. We realize that we are living in an age when Independence Day celebrations have been reduced to jst a flag hoisting- a mere ritual.
Born at Vakkom in Trivandrum district as the daughter of M. Gomathi and M. Divakaran. Presently she is working in the secretariat. Her husband Chathanoor Mohan is a poet, Lyricist and the Subedotor of Kerala Kaumudi. Resides at Kadappakada in Kollam. Her first story “Mullappoovile Katturumbu” (The Stringing Ant in the Jasmine Flower) was published in “Yuvadesham” at the age of fifteen. For quite sometime after this publication, she took a break after which she resumed writing. Prof. M. Krishnan Nair had praised her stories like “Samandara Rekhakal” (Parallel Lines) and “Smrithikaliloru Mazha” (Rain in Memories). The first chapter of Jayakumari’s first novel “Japamala” (Rosary) is included here. Love is not to be snatched. It has to fill your heart and spill! When this universe melts to nothing when love flows into you. Life becomes hollow and orphaned in the absence of love. She did cling to her lost love with greed and passion! This novel unveils with a rare beauty the lost love which can cause ripples in the soft innermost recesses of the mind. The village described in the novel is her own village and the military man who appears in the story is her own father.
Born in Trivandrum. L. Parukuttiyamma and S.K. Viswanathan Nair are her parents. After her schooling, she studied in N. S. S. College, Women’s college and Law College. She entered service in the secretariat in 1984 and is presently the undersecretary. Published two stories in the collection “Nilavin Vazhiyiloode” (Through the Moonlit Path) brought forward by blog books. Another published works is “Avalude Mathram Gandharvan” (Her own Gandharvan) . The short story “Nilavu Thinna Chakoram” is included here. Jayalekshmi is a very close observer of life and presents very honestly the estrangements in human relationships and changes in outlooks and attitudes. Her affinity for painting and the music in her mind give a special energy to her stories. Dr. George Onakoor’s assessment of this story is noteworthy. “Jayalekshmi writes stories about those human beings who are alienated in fast and stressful lives. Throwing her own dreams in the funeral pyre, Nirmala wears the attire of a home MUSE FOR THE SECURITY OF HER FAMILY. In the end, moon light spreads and fills the dark spaces and she floats in that milky light, she flaps her wings and flies up. Amid her black and brown feathers which are soft and slimming, eyes sparkle like red rubies.”
Jayashee is a teacher having a variety of interests. She writes short stories, poems and takes part in Kaviyarangu. Jayashree is an active participant in literary gatherings and discussions. She was born on 23rd June, 1955 and her native place is Mayannur in Trissur district. She is a member of the Purogamana Sahithya Sangham”.She has won Navakam award and K.S.K.T.A award for her stories and poems. Jayshree’s short story “Shunyam” is included in this book. Her stories talk about the hidden mysteries of the stream of awareness. The story Shunyam offers a cornucopia of strange imaginations rising out of dreams. The language and images diving deep into the abyss of death and the dreadful mysteries revolving around it attributes uniqueness to her story. The writer dreaming about lying in the lap of her mother who is no more is suddenly shocked by the terror of the scene and bolts away. The immobile eyelids, strange voices and closing white doors are transformed into the ultimate experiences of the writer.