Personal Essay by Karan Madhok: ‘My mother handed me the postcard… I couldn’t believe my eyes…Tendulkar had written to me, addressed me by my first name, acknowledged my whole existence with a single thick piece of rectangular paper.’

Personal Essay: In the exploration of a wondrous art museum and travelogue of the Western Himalayan region, Sudheshna Rana comes across time capsules that enrich the understanding of the region’s history, architecture, and mythology.

Poems by Aranya: ‘Delhi smoulders along the length / of my finger, a cigarette that refuses / to go out.’

Poetry by Jyothsnaphanija: ‘Vermicelli sweetness / Tercet of longing / A film screen / Colour with no plurality’

Art and poetry by Nirali Lal: ‘A vortex of sorts / Into fragrant playful striped balls / Bouncing upbeat, / Just for the self, a favour’,

Poetry by Anureet Watta: ‘The world has ended many times before, / just this morning when I heard my father’s footsteps, / just this evening when you looked my way.’

Poetry by Sneha Bhura: ‘A 5 o’clock shadow / Makes oblong pools in my mind / I can't thrash it out’

Poetry by Shyamasri Maji: ‘Playing hide and seek / In the caves of broken giggles’

A poem by Sayani Mukherjee: ‘where Jargons kept our brew alive and we sat cross legged with armours high up from howling screams’

Personal essay by Dhani Muniz: ‘What is Australia then? The name itself conveys a ruddy blankness. Deserts rising out of ocean like heat from a radiator. Twenty months since I’ve left India and the old-Old World of the East.’

A poem by John Copley Alter: ‘what was indigenous / in our childhood’s garden? became / native, mother tongue—our flora— / blossoming…’

Poetry by Harsh Anand: ‘everyone pointed out, / the crevices in my bones, / as if I am unaware of my own biology, / as if my suffering is more endurance than expression.’