The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
Instagram would be better called Kothagram.
The content has become so filthy and ridiculous that half the time you can’t tell if you’ve opened a social media app or accidentally landed on a porn site.
In the name of “creativity” and “boldness,” only cheap obscenity is being sold.
Look at this old woman — at an age when she should be chanting Shiva’s name and seeking peace, she’s out here discussing “love” and craving attention.
How much more of this degradation will we have to watch?
Tell me in the comments should they be doing this?