Basketball star Vishesh Bhriguvanshi won the Arjuna Award this month, joining a prestigious list of sporting greats. Here’s the story of the Varanasi-born baller, and what he represents for the less-celebrated sports in India. - by Karan Madhok.

Megha Majumdar’s debut novel A Burning is a study in media and myth-making, of an India that is no longer an imagined community with the same news-reading rituals, but a collection of nations, each with their own interpretation of reality - by Kanika Jain.

Poetry by Lesley Simeon: ‘Where will you be then? / In books and magazines, where history is mass produced? / In your mind, trapped by your conscience, guilty of slumber?’

There is a clear disconnect between Indian sports and films about Indian sports. We love inspiring cinematic stories about sports in India—often ignoring the sports themselves. Jamie Alter analyses this dichotomy.

Poetry by Khushi Agarwal: ‘you can’t remember the way your belly hugged / each syllable of your laughter .’

Even assuming a COVID-19 vaccine is discovered soon, past logistical challenges in India show that it is unlikely to be a quick fix. Instead, we need to address the structures in place that are causing the disease to spread rapidly around the country. By Shefali Saldanha

Poetry by Ritamvira Bhattacharya: ‘half burnt cigarettes do the talking /when the sound of the room sleeps.’

A conversation with Virajas Kulkarni, actor, playwright, director, and co-founder of Theatron Entertainment: “Nobody can deny the electricity of a live performance. But we do need to keep changing what is being performed, and how it is being performed.” - by Karan Madhok.

Superfluous, dispensable, and restricted, Netflix’s Indian Matchmaking is as (Un)necessary as arranged marriage itself. An analysis into the flaws of the docu-series—and the deeper flaws it exposes in contemporary Indian culture. By Harshita Murarka.

Senryu and Haiku by Nishi Pulugurtha: ‘there is no joy here / only shrieks and tears of pain’.

Indian Matchmaking: So, why were you rejected? A comic story by Maitri Dore

Two poems by Mallika Bhaumik: ‘The vagueness of love runs down / the steps of a baoli, / we could have been born sometime in future, / time yet to be born to us’.