Kejriwal was convinced he’d be Delhi’s CM for life—no room for doubt, no plan B. He even declared, with full confidence, that Modi would need to be reborn to challenge him in Delhi. And so, he built his bungalow—not just a house, but a legacy. Every tile, every gadget, every curtain was handpicked, curated with the patience of a man who believed he’d never leave. A dream home, for a dream that wouldn’t end. So personal was this masterpiece that even after resigning, he didn’t pass it to Atishi—because it was the CM’s residence only on paper; actually it was just his. He was sure that he'll win again and come back to occupy the same lavish mansion. But now, it’s gone. Those designer ultra modern gadgeted luxury toilet seats? Reduced to a memory. The marble, designer curtains, the lush green lawn, the air-conditioned perfection? Lost to the tides of fate.