India, Feb. 8 -- For years, I have lived by a private code. I thought of it as wisdom. As part of that wisdom, I had decided that the phone would be treated as dead weight from a certain time of night until 9 am. Those who know me well knew of this rule. The narrative in my head was that I had solved something fundamental about modern life. I had beaten the algorithm to reclaim my mornings and protect my nights. I was being disciplined. Consistent. I was also being insufferable. The idea of the phone as dead weight went from a habit to a philosophy to a "way of living". I proselytised freely. Mornings, I said, belong to the self. Evenings belong to family. If something was truly urgent, people who mattered would know how to reach me. Everyo...