I have two separate Instagram accounts: one where I pretend to be effortlessly cool, fun, artsy and have my life together, and one where I’m supposed to be unfiltered, unbothered and free. And yet, here I am — filtering and bothering. 

I find it monstrous that fickle, greedy fights between world leaders, hardly different from playground scuffles, continuously result in families being torn apart and the death of innocents.