What do you do when you are compelled to choose between two people and you sympathize with both? Is there always a "right" and "wrong" even in the most obvious cases of black and white? Can your loyalty to both make you defy logic even if you are trying your best to be rational? What if rationality lies in being torn?

You know those times when you are living a phase that will later become a dividing line in your life? And you have nothing to count upon but yourself to not lose your mind. And beyond all tendency, you have to force yourself to keep certain people close. 

The Delhiite remains a constant source of relentless support. Hearing me say the same things, again and again. Trying to keep me positive. Or at least not completely devoid of hope. Trying to show me logic when I am blind to everything. 

You know those times when a person comes and divides your life into the time before them and after?

That is what the Delhiite is.

It is very very hard. But I believe we are never given more than we are capable of handling. If this is a test for all of us, then so be it. Maybe this is how things will fall into place. Maybe they never were.