A poem by Kabir Deb: ‘I arrange / myself like a cook – a guide to heaven / where food is cherished with / the people we fall in love / with

A poem by Sayani Mukherjee: ‘Experienced insides of adult bones / Dilly dally fall / Over the window / A little trinket of shower’

Poetry by Shivangi Mishra: ‘Forgetful of two lithe directions, that damned street, / Faced and faced not in retreat, / Turning its back on dense civilisation’

Short story by Chitra Gopalakrishnan: ‘The river always makes a mockery of these predictions, bursting its banks when least expected, and changing course as it wills, when it wills. The only certainty is its uncertainty.’

Flash fiction by Karan Madhok: ‘Kunal imagines Yashaswi Sir running in the dark, back towards the bus, through the grass and the weeds and the shrubs. Over snakes and rabbits and frogs. Away from the light, seeing nothing, vacuum only making way for more vacuum.’

Art and poetry by Nirali Lal: ‘Never is it smooth sailing, events are never perfect / Cobblestone pave a pattern / A maze to unravel’

Photo Gallery: Infrastructural concerns and safety negligence have led to multiple major fires in Mumbai in recent years. But there are fires that often go unreported, small flares that alert the Maximum City of the rising infernos to come. By Altamash Kadir

Personal Essay: Erisa Neogy is a backwoods Renaissance luthier, beatnik and general enigma. For the working musician, his workshop in Auroville is something out of a fairy-tale. By Dhani Muniz

A poem by Sayani Mukherjee: ‘‘A beau of my ice cream pot / Blackcurrants and choco deep breath / Melting as the sea rushes by / Holding by the June night’

Poetry by Debarati Sen: ‘I sketch bougainvillea with the moon. / The clouds smell of dreams today / assorted as per my mood.’

Poetry by Pragya Mittal: ‘Whatever the heart carries is buried in the jargon of technology. / A button of delete, with a noise of take-off, finishes a gallery.’

Two poems by Bharti Bansal: ‘I believe grandmothers can see through us / As haunting as it sounds, I find relief in the knowledge / That someone will always know this little part of me’