More than a week in Chennai, homesickness and an existential crisis have reached an unavoidable point. Somehow, I still managed to cope with the defence mechanism. Initially, I knew I would handle it, but I was wrong. The breakdown happened, and my face remained poker-still. The storms were happening within me, and I could feel the damage. A call changed everything. A person I met on the first day of college exchanged phone numbers and a few introductory sentences. She called me a few minutes ago: "What do you want to eat tomorrow? My mother is asking. I could see in your eyes how much was happening within you." Until then, I had firmly believed I could deceive people into thinking I was okay. A batchmate in a new city opened the door of her house and gave me a home. She embraced me with her homely sentences, and I felt the warmth. Another girl told me, please open up. At least speak to your people about what you feel, how you feel. They might not have solutions, but someti...