World leaders and the common man alike have taken to social media to #SaveTheAmazon. As the outrage escalated, Brazil’s Jair Bolsanaro took a diplomatic U-turn and sent in the military to fight the fires. Donations have now started pouring in from around the world to help those on the ground.

For the past three weeks, the Amazon rainforest, the planet’s lungs, has been on fire, and only recently has the media taken notice, drawing global attention to the crisis. It sounds like an apocalyptic scene out of a blockbuster — but in real life, there are no superheroes to save the day.

The catastrophic floods in the three states have revived memories of last August, where almost 500 lives were lost in the Kerala floods. At this point, the question must be asked – in a world impacted by climate change, will disastrous weather events become increasingly commonplace?

The Chennai water crisis has been a wake-up call for many Indians. Those of us who lived somewhere comfortably between “sab chalta hai” and “jugaad” are now a seriously conflicted lot, worried about the future of the planet. If this spurs us into action, eco-anxiety might not be such a bad thing.

Do my dreams of hopping on airplanes to visit places across the world nullify all my efforts to save something for my child? The more I think about it, the more I realise that this question sums up the reality with which I raise my son. I beat my chest about raising temperatures while making sure he is indoors, cooled down by the running air conditioner.

Comparisons have been drawn between Cyclone Fani and a superstorm of a similar scale that struck in 1999. The super-cyclone, sometimes referred to as Cyclone Paradip, hit Odisha and caused the deaths of almost 10,000 people, making it one of the worst natural disasters recorded in Indian history.

From inaugurations of events like the IPL to star-crossed lovers in our films staring dreamily into the distance as the sky lights up with fireworks, we’re hostage to the belief that no celebrations are complete until a few rockets have been fired into the night sky.

In Delhi, winter is now the time of difficult breathing. The throat itches, the eyes water, the nostrils hurt. A city that lends itself so well to the outdoors forces everyone to stay indoors with windows shut tight.

Delhi’s parks have often served as a haven for those marginalised by the city’s many problems – space, pollution, and security. To some, the park is just that stretch of earth that doesn’t smell of burnt rubber. To some, it’s the only place where they can take a deep breath without worrying about the air quality index.

Not only do Indians have an astonishing lack of civic sense, we can also counter it with classic whataboutery. India will continue to top lists of dirtiest cities in the world, until we teach the next generation to pick up after themselves, instead of posing with brooms on social media.

Perhaps the most enduring image from the Kerala floods is of a fisherman selflessly kneeling to help victims climb aboard inflatable boats. It’s true. Some superheroes don’t wear capes.

The floods in Kerala, considered the worst in a century, have claimed over 324 lives and displaced over three lakh people. Once Kerala survives this, it’s evident that God’s own country will have to be rebuilt from scratch. And they'll need our help.

Weather in India is as contentious as our language, cuisine, and politics. It is not just a conversation starter, it is where our differences go to die and find a new life. If we didn’t have the weather, how would we discuss our government’s corruption and apathy, based on that one pothole, with perfect strangers?

According to the International Commission on Stratigraphy, we’ve been living in the Meghalayan age that began with a drought 4,200 years ago. While that might cause excitement among nerds, it’s a reminder that we are ever closer to the global water crisis.

Trying to live sustainably is not easy. Some days, I’m too tired to fight the battle. It’s hard, time-consuming, frustrating, inconvenient, and expensive. But I know it’s worth it.

When I was growing up, milk packets would be washed and stuck on kitchen tiles for drying – for rotis to be packed in for lunch. After a little wear and tear, mom would fold the plastic packets and use them as a trivet. Long before recycling became hip, every middle-class household practiced it.

How do you say goodbye to something you’ve known your entire life? After all, plastic is almost like an honorary family member in most middle-class households. But, to paraphrase Spider Man, “With great awareness, comes great responsibility.”

Whichever way you lean in the age-old debate of Delhi vs Mumbai, you have to admit the capital holds the edge in one area. Delhi HC’s order saving 16,500 trees from being chopped is a far cry from axe-happy Mumbai’s approach of felling 5,000 trees for Metro-3.

Our clothes now hardly last us for a year, and yet each piece of machine-made denim sold takes about a hundred litres of water to make. Once the denim loses its grip, it finds a way into our landfills. And that polyester in your jacket takes about 200 years to decompose.

The shooting and murder of Shail Bala Sharma, the Kasauli corporator, has exposed the rotten heart of the mountains. And we – who retreat to the hills every chance we get – are responsible for the corruption hill towns are steeped in. The problem is that our relationship with these pieces of paradise, is all take and no give.

Years before plastic became pervasive, you went to buy ration swinging a cloth bag. The local butcher wrapped up your mutton in yesterday’s newspaper. But plastic adapted itself like a shape-shifting hydra to suit our urban needs.

Two years of being the most polluted city in the world has had an adverse effect on the children of New Delhi. See their story in Death by Breath, an Arré Indian Express production.

Two years ago, a few talented teenagers created this song to raise awareness about Delhi's pollution levels. Their message remains as critical as ever today.

Fossils older than Simi Garewal have been unearthed in Morocco, and they've left us with plenty of questions regarding human evolution.

Meet the Indian boy paving the way for Indian space research and body positivity.

Like Afroz Shah, who has been spearheading Versova beach's clean-up drive, Kaustubh Tamhankar has been silently campaigning for a clean environment. His house in Thane has produced no garbage at all for the last 14 years. Meet the Zero-Waste Uncle.

The Nainital of my childhood and that of my daughter’s childhood are two very different places. The waters at Naini Lake are already 18 feet below normal. Very soon there may not be a lake left.

Experts have been sounding warnings about glaciers melting at an accelerated rate for decades now. Kerala's disastrous floods prove how destructive a watery disaster can be. What should we expect in case of a glacial meltdown?

In Delhi, we’ve never actually done anything. At best, we’ve pointed out the flaws and the issues plaguing us; at worst, we’ve exploited them. We were smug. Until the smog struck.

As air pollution in Delhi reaches hazardous levels post Diwali, six teenagers take to music to voice their protest against a city that breathes under a blanket of smog.

Samay tells us humans the story of nature, and the need to keep it clean. Seen from the eyes of a little girl, the film invites us to reflect, recycle and respect our planet.

Tulasi Appa was only 13 years old when she decided to devote all her time toward educating children from the Munda tribe that she belongs to. She’d spent her formative years working in a stone quarry, but that did not deter her from starting her first school in 1966 in Odisha's Serenda village under a Mahua tree on a borrowed plot of land on the village’s periphery.

For Nagaland’s Angami tribe, hunting is second nature. But one legendary hunter put down his arms and built a wildlife sanctuary in Khonoma. This is his story.

The humble pear and the doctor-approved apple no longer cut ice. As city folk up their fruit game, the person most thrilled with this one-upmanship is the farmer.

Refused water for being a Dalit, Bapurao Tanjne from drought-hit Marathwada’s Kolambeshwar village, strived for 40 days to dig a well. This is his inspiring story.

A writer from Uttarakhand travels through his beloved hills and tells us how kaafal berries and wildfires have always signalled summer. What changed this year?

An Arré-Indian Express documentary on Delhi's pollution. As the second phase of the government's odd-even scheme comes to an end in Delhi, is it too little too late?

The sacred forest of Mawphlang in Meghalaya is watching every move you make. Just try taking away a twig from its hallowed grounds.

6 teenagers take to music to voice their protest against a city that must breathe under a blanket of smog. An Arré-Indian Express Documentary on Delhi's pollution.

Mumbai’s mountain of waste, the Deonar dumping ground, is a source of livelihood for ragpickers and scrap dealers. Why then, would they start a blaze that scorches their homes?

An Arré-Indian Express documentary on Delhi's pollution.