Today, we swear in Mr Kejriwal as chief minister - again. How many people can claim to have been made chief minister a second time within 14 short months, by an electorate that was last seen betrayed and hopping mad? Like all suitors wanting to patch up, he worked hard at wooing Delhi. The Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) was busy being in love with itself, and maybe the Congress was having an affair or something, but it was certainly not interested in us anymore. Mr Kejriwal managed a convincing apology, and campaigned ardently to persuade us that he won't take us for granted or throw tantrums anymore.
If Delhi voted for the Aam Aadmi Party (AAP) like a maelstrom rather than with a properly sceptical reasonable majority, it was possibly as much to give the AAP another chance as it was to put the BJP in hospital, and the Congress in a coffin. Three seats and zero seats respectively is what apathy, arrogance, false promises, naked divisiveness and taking people for granted looks like.
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Delhi's sixth Assembly is younger, more educated and less criminal than any we've seen, and its shocking gender ratio - six women to 64 men, or eight per cent - makes twice the number of women than the previous Assembly, which says everything there is to say about the status of women in even the most developed and privileged parts of India.
The AAP's post-ideological government - Mr Kejriwal sells himself as a problem-solver - might be just what this vast and complicated city-almost-state needs. We've tried left of centre, we've tried right of centre, and now, we just need someone pragmatic to get pragmatic stuff done. We need to clean up this city's air and water; improve its sanitation; fix its sewerage and its garbage disposal; educate it; improve its public transport; ease the stranglehold of corruption; and, for the love of god, make it safe for women.
The AAP stole Delhi away right under the prime minister's nose. The BJP lost the election for itself - it did nothing for too long, then panicked and threw everything it had at the campaign, except for a credible chief ministerial candidate. But perhaps Delhi has also watched the last 10 months of the BJP's tenure at the Centre, and asked itself whether it really wants to invite, into its governance machinery, a set of social attitudes that have loudly included, at worst, chauvinism, bigotry and social divisiveness; and loudest of all, the top leadership's silent complicity.
Waking up on polling day to Narendra Modi's face on every newspaper in the city only served to remind us of the BJP's chilly, top-heavy remoteness (Mr Kejriwal is already "Arvind" on TV; Mr Modi will never be "Narendra"). It reminded us of That Suit, of the man who threw himself into Barack Obama's arms but said nothing when Trilokpuri and Bawana were burning, when churches were attacked, and when the loose cannons in the Sangh Parivar shot their mouths off about what women should wear and the size of their families.
Delhi is a cosmopolis. It's a city of migrants, of people who come here from every part of the country, every class and caste and gender, every religious belief, and every aspiration. They come to work, and expand their prosperity and freedom. While the dollar signs in their eyes gave the BJP all seven Lok Sabha seats in 2014 on the promise of economic growth, Delhi doesn't chase money just for the sake of money. It seeks the empowerment that comes from having means.
Nobody knows better than a city of workers that the scope of their opportunities depends on social pluralism, inclusiveness and tolerance - the ability to work with whoever you need to work with to get work done. If you mess with that, you mess directly with their wallets and their personal freedoms, whether they live in Najafgarh, Nerala, Patel Nagar, Sadar Bazaar, Jor Bagh, Nangloi Jat, Seemapuri, Badarpur or Chhattarpur. They aren't interested in social schisms.
So now, the Congress is in a coma, the BJP is in the emergency room and the AAP has the floor. Mr Kejriwal faces a skyscraper of expectations. He's moving back in with us, but as everyone knows, a second chance requires extra attentiveness and care. Hell hath no fury like an electorate scorned - especially one you helped mobilise.
Happy Valentine's Day.