I cry for you, Delhi.

You just never seem to get it right.

I am sorry Delhi, you have disappointed me again. Time and again. Over and over again. 

The greenest capital that you are, why couldn't you just stop there?

You had to be the rape capital too. WHY?

Just when I felt, that probably I misunderstood you. 

Just when I started to believe that it is okay for me to go out on an exploration. Alone. 

Just when I wanted to love you a little more than Calcutta. 

I am not even talking about the social, political, economic or psychological explanation (!) of rape, that 'experts' come up with and ways how to cope with it.

I write this tonight. 

I am leaving for home tomorrow. For a good ten days.

My heart is heavy.

And.

I cry.

I cry because I have given my heart to you.

I cry because I simply love walking back to the hostel from the RTL on the chilly winter evenings. Alone.

I cry because you showed me the glimpse of freedom that you are capable of giving me and thousands like me. 

I cry because you promise a lot, only to fail miserably. Every time.

I cry for your ill-fate.

I cry for you, Delhi.