So it’s that point in my life when I feel scared again. The last time I was scared I began the blog, purged my thoughts and made my blog a mirror to my life, wherein things which impacted my life a great deal got reflected. Perhaps, some melancholic vein in my body has twitched today so much so that I am driven to put my thoughts down in a sheet again (Ms Word doc to be precise). Melancholy, right. What is it? A certain state of being that means different to different people. For some, insufficient grades translate into melancholy, while for some dysfunctional relationships. And for some weird fanatics like me, absolutely nothing leads to melancholy. You know, you just get it out of the blue. And when it strikes, it strikes hard. Some eat a lot more, some eat a lot less, some (with insufficient means) go window-shopping while some (with even more insufficient means) write blogs and kill time. So basically, everybody has his/her own way of expressing melancholy. But what if we neve...