Our emotional investment in the characters on screen – be it Iron Man or Tyrion Lannister – is more than most millennials invest in a relationship. But is this merely a mindless addiction, or is there something more that we’re missing?

Anik Dutta's political satire Bhobhishyoter Bhoot, re-released after being pulled off theatres in February. It's a timely offering in this election season, because the film is a solid critique of how non-partisan art is a victim of the whims of political parties.

For anyone struggling to survive, pay rent, work 12 hours, and flux toxins out of their body, food delivery boys are our mediums to nirvana. If the MCU had ever employed these delivery boys in the Avengers franchise, then they’d have found and stopped Thanos before his ETA.

Nadia on Russian Doll becomes a proxy for the viewer as she scrutinises her life while stuck in an endless time loop, confronting all the decisions she ever took for granted.

Children, irrespective of what a birth certificate claims, should be allowed to explore and own any gender role that they think fit. They should get to decide what they’re comfortable with before society imposes restrictions on what they can and cannot be.

Growing up, we women have been repeatedly led to believe that our own sense of being lies at the lowest rung of the ladder; that we must respect and bow before everybody but ourselves. So what if a stranger elbowed my breast? I am not going to disrupt an entire auto line over it, right?

In 2018, we don’t introduce ourselves on the internet. Instead, we ration our emotions, perfect our personalities, and assemble our opinions so we can sell ourselves as a faultless commodity. We create a brand of ourselves and then spend all our energy in selling the best versions of ourselves to people on the internet.

In a country that thrives on a population which spends most of their waking hours trying to get by, “middle class” is a necessary armour, a shared language, a value system, and more importantly, a way of life. It makes you realise the difference between luxury and necessity, and builds character.

As an Indian daughter, I was made to believe that fathers could be patriarchs, but they were not the kind we should be revolting against. Unlike movies, which gloss over the regressive mindsets of desi dads, the cruelty of real life doesn’t afford the luxury of skimming through. It’s something us daughters have to wrestle with every second of the day.