India, March 4 -- On a bright winter afternoon, as I sat in the garden admiring the colourful petunias that I had planted whilst shelling peanuts that lay on my lap, I couldn't help but wonder why my teenaged son had chosen to sit in his room with the curtains drawn, headphones in his ears and eyes closed. Could he be trying to find himself while listening to 'The Real Slim Shady' by Eminem or perhaps he was finding a cure for his loneliness in Chris Martin's songs.

This train of thought took me back to my first crush in Class 9. The butterflies returned as I remembered humming, "Dekha tumko jabse, bas dekha tumko yaara." But that joy was shortlived. Heartbreak hit hard, and for the first time, I couldn't turn to my parents. In that mome...