Short story by Jamie Alter: ‘His eyes were ever sadder than the lady on the train. Yet there was some resemblance between the two, a similar pain that both of their eyes had been accustomed to.’

Six steps to fighting Coronavirus: An Indian government handbook - by Maitri Dore

Perhaps there is no greater entertainment that an Indian family fighting for the remote control. From the first cable connection to OTT streaming, Shubham Pal recalls his childhood and family life in front of the television set.

There are places in India where culture and time stand still, where every door leads to somewhere new. - A photo gallery from Puducherry by Araan Suares for Student’s Corner.

Overrated, wonderful little cups of chai. Shadows of sunlit coaches in the day-time. The human restlessness at the platform. Colourful bookstalls and neon nights. The country transforming outside the barred windows. Here’s a photo gallery of life seen through the Indian Railways by Karan Madhok

In the iconic town of Barsana, a legendary celebration of Holi continues to bring vibrant colours into the 21st century. Idris Ahmed shares some of his best photos of the ‘Barsana Bhog’ in recent years.

‘That night I knew that there was magic left in this world’ – On a trek to Kedar Tal, Zachary Conrad faced danger, awe, and unmatched beauty.

Short story by Jamie Alter: ‘Suddenly, from just ahead of the lamppost in front of the hawa-ghar, appeared the frame of an elderly man. Mr Rathore could swear that nothing had been there just seconds ago.’

A Mumbai native searches for methods in the madness, in her city’s daily abilities to survive and thrive on a prayer - by Shaista Vaishnav

‘It was late October, too late for shepherds, and we had the mountains to ourselves.’ Read Zachary Conrad’s vivid narrative of another perilous and rewarding hike in the Himalaya.

Poetry by Sarvesh Wahie: “Humans seeded in comfort of their jackets / Murmur about, isolated in looming stillness”

Short story by Jamie Alter: ‘It was an exciting thought, at once devious and thrilling. In his thirty-nine years in the postal service, Bisht had not once opened someone else’s mail. But suddenly, the notion of taking this mysterious package home made him tingle.’