There must be an appropriate term for the void you feel when you've watched the final instalment of a television show. When Lena Dunham's Girls ended, along with my circle of feminist friends, I went through a phase of mourning. Sure, we couldn't relate to any of the lead characters. They seemed bratty, superbly unconscious of their relative privilege, and thus, unlikeable. But we knew that this was a deliberate manoeuvre on Dunham's part.

Nonetheless, many aspects of the show's lead protagonist, Hannah Horvath's personality resonated with so many of us who were viewing the show illegally in a third-world context. It was a predominantly 'white' show, despite its feminist intonations. And yet, there was something strangely universal about its content. I remember calling up Mona immediately after watching several episodes, because something that was said echoed with our relationship, some element of female intimacy to which I hadn't been previously exposed.