The week after my 17th birthday, the breakup with Tripti. You helped me in quiet ways throughout that week, without even knowing. I never thanked you for being there when I needed you the most. That was the first time we talked on call, and that too on a video call. I found immense comfort and happiness in your DMs, which I’m unable to express. You made me laugh when I should have been crying. You made me smile and gave me reassurance when I should have been regretting my decision. I still remember feeling guilty that you had to be dragged into this, but you were happy and giggling. You were happy to help me even if it meant that you had to physically step into the mud. Each time I look back at that week, I only remember talking to you and venting. I don’t remember any time when I was sad. Thank you, Anwesha.