Srinagar, July 5 -- Few days back while wandering through the rain-kissed evening, I was listening songs on Spotify, and there the dulcet utters of Toni Jones' "I'm Not Aunty O, I'm Me" drifted through my earphones, hitting the arpeggio within. The pitter-patter of raindrops and lyrics of Jones carried me to a recent encounter, and that was already dawdling and trying to settle in my mind like a mild niggle. What exactly had happened, I would love to tell here as it may have occurred with many women around the globe at one or another phase of their lives and they can co-relate themselves with my mental state. At the exam centre one day, I had surrendered my phone to the vigilant e-mitra, a temporary exile from the digital world for few ho...