All the single ladies, not so ready to mingle ladies, the year was 2019, when Pope Francis ceremoniously backed away from lifting celibacy as a cardinal requirement for priesthood. Dashed were our dreams of having an arm candy of a priest like Fleabag.

As of Fleabag herself, the frenzy is stronger than ever, despite numerous urges from Andrew Scott aka "The Hot Priest" to "move on". As for Fleabag herself, I guess we'll never know, cuz shutting down the rumours Phoebe Waller Bridge has already announced that there's going to be no season 3 (that too just after the biggest Golden Globes haul of the season!).

4 years ago the world found itself caught up in the sensation of this not so put together woman, with mascara tears trickling down her cheeks . The protagonist is not your conventional role model, neither is this a quintessential “the phoenix rising above the ashes” story. She charges superfluously for a cucumber sandwich to keep her dump squib of the guinea pig themed cafe's head above the water, drinks copiously to fill in the void left by the people who have moved on without her. She's promiscuous, (even by the British standards) and when you thought you were done with her antics by now, you get burdened with more truths to the point that being an optimist is equivalent to being an utter fool.

Then after much anticipation ( and endurance of a great many headlines saying "No season 2 for Fleabag") they dropped the new season . If she’s floating around without any gravity to hold her down in season 1, in Fleabag 2 she has actually found her ground, and has built a world out of it ( or is at least trying to). To the surprise of her sister, Claire ( an amazing Sian Clifford) and the audience alike her super chic café is actually flourishing. Our girl is standing up to men and giving speeches ( though often finishing on a lame note- don't worry girl, we all have our 'weaky' moments). But its kind of deceiving. To expect these once so miserable characters, going to bake cakes out of sunshine and rainbows and be happy forever is very unlikely. The very opening of the season shows our protagonist with blood gushing out of her nose. A tussle of words and mayhem unleashed, resulting in a couple of nosebleeds and one miscarriage. And despite being told "This is a love story", you can't deny that it's the true epitome of disaster.

In the world of imperfect Frances Ha, Lady Bird, Danielle from Shiva baby, Fleabag is the another such stalwart of “One Woman Shows”, yet PWB set a top notch example for one to utilise each and every cast member at their best (especially Sian Clifford , her last few moments are nothing short of liberation) and give them their space to breathe. Be it the enchantingly nasty godmother or the insufferable alcoholic brother in law, or the neat freak perfectionist sister, you’ve got it all. It would have been such a shame to have such talent (Olivia Colman, Andrew Scott, Sian Clifford, Bill Patterson, the half of the London literati is here!) just for the pomp, but Phoebe Waller Bridge writes opulently, giving an insight to the lives of everyone (even the nasty ones I assure you) as a justification for their twisted actions. She does a stellar job in making Fleabag painfully relatable. The true embodiment of the confused broke-but-woke 21st century middle aged woman, the one who's dejected by her own choices. A seamless liar( often getting entrapped into more lies than getting released from the earlier ones). We are too proud to ask for help, even when we are in its desperate need, just for the sake to be seen as strong and independent, thus resorting to our turbulent manner of filling the voids left by the various episodes in our lives. We wish to be ground breaking, but all we manage to do is barely make our ends meet. The constant plea to be seen beneath the garb of the chic haircut and intact lipstick, to be unearthed by a person who actually 'listens' ( as pointed out by Phoebe Waller Bridge in her SNL sketch) , at the same time the fear of getting read is scarily real. The struggle that you feel every time you look in the mirror ( especially while trying on a new pair of jeans) wishing you were size zero and at the same time chiding yourself for even thinking about it, because you are the self proclaimed “feminist”, all these minute details, quirky dilemmas from the back of our heads, get a shape across the big screen through masterful writing, cheeky one liners and dramatic eyebrow raises. As if this was not enough already, Fleabag breaks the fourth wall, thus, breaking the barrier between the audience and herself, she establishes a genuine relationship with us. She looks into our eyes as she commits another wrong, as if daring us to judge her. That way we don't remain as mere spectators to the chaos unfurling before us, rather become her secret confidante, taking in her confessions, lapping up her lies and almost feel threatened to the core when someone tries to discover “our” existence.

All in all Fleabag is unapologetic, it's bold and doesn't shy away from being so ( something for which it has won 8 Emmys altogether!). Its characters aren't flawless, and neither they are pretending to be ( and those who were, rest assured, have shed their pretence by the end of the season 2). It may not get renewed for another season ( ladies keep your fingers crossed for a miracle), but the legacy this tragicomedy has left behind will remain a hot topic amongst the viewers and auteurs alike for many years to come.

P.S., Every line within the brackets were spoken while gazing into an invisible camera.