I have so much to apologise to my perfectly imperfect body for. For all the times I caught your eye and looked away. For the times I saw you in a photo and made a face. As I looked for “You’re beautiful”, I forgot to love you. I forgot that you loved me so much and I just couldn’t see it.

With 48 games being played at this World Cup, chances are even non-fans will end up being forced to watch a match. Here’s how to survive those seemingly endless affairs. (Hint: Always pray for rain.)

Disco Dancer is not a film. It is a state of mind. It is the overwhelmingly viscous space between the trash and the transcendental.

My old-fashioned father, who still believes women should do the bulk of cooking and tolerates no criticism of Narendra Modi, suddenly turned liberal when a young couple needed his help. Unlike most people from our generation, who use social media to signal our virtues, my father had become the IRL definition of woke.

In Prayaag Akbar’s Leila, now adapted into a Netflix series, the journey of its protagonist Shalini, echoes the social deafness of most privileged men and women in India. People who over-elaborate their progressiveness but remain blind to the segmentations that widen due to their choices.

Utsav, directed by Girish Karnad, is a whimsical yet beautiful ode to the golden age of sexual and social freedom. This story of Vasantsena, a wealthy courtesan in Ujjain, put women’s agency, their desire first. In today’s Bollywood that seems like a thing of the future.

Welcome to IID, the Indian Institute of Discrimination, a college dedicated to nurture your passion for prejudice featuring Ayushmann Khurana. Admissions now reserved. For the privileged. Article 15 releases on June 28.

I can understand the motivation to make every moment count on the weekend. After all, our waking hours are spent in a cramped office with a bunch of people we can barely tolerate. But Weekend Warriors, determined to tick off every box on their “Having Fun” checklist, put the “weak” in weekend.

At one point in the opening episode of the second season of Big Little Lies, Meryl Streep’s Mary Louise nonchalantly makes an admission, “I’m a wanter myself..” After witnessing her terrifying turn in these 44 minutes, I’m a wanter too. I want more Meryl Streep.

A few elements are essential to a hipster establishment. A penny-farthing on the wall, exposed brickwork and vents, and the words “deconstructed” and “single-origin” on the menu.