The young parents who are bhakts right now will be hated by their woke kids when they grow up much more than woke adults hate their old bhakt parents now.
If I be honest, our affair in my mind is like a pleasant memory. A lovely story that we both lived and shared. It's not like a longing. Memories don't demand a future.
being at someone's door and not being invited in and not being asked to get lost, being a famished gatekeeper at a restaurant, being the driver of a Mercedes I would never be able to own in my lifetime.