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.’

Poetry by Sana Ahmad: ‘Why more poems are created at cemeteries rather than nurseries; and the living seek to write the voices of the dead.’

An overpopulated trip to Kedarkantha made Aman Panwar reflect on the dangerous rise of ‘tourist-trekkers’ in the Himalaya, where unprepared throngs are destructing the natural habitat and profits are being made at the cost of environment.

Poetry by Karan Madhok: ‘the plants once shared an iridescent home / but nothing on the balcony survives / exposed under the naked rays’

Original poetry and art by Shamayita Sen: ‘whirring ceiling fan / performing Kathak tarana in solitude’