While a lot of women, both young and old, connect with me, many young men also give me love—though it’s mostly younger men, not so much men above 40. For instance, a waiter in Rewa, Madhya Pradesh, approached me when I was having coffee with my band. I had been received with lot of pomp and splendour by officials and dignitaries, but he felt free enough—and beautifully so—to come up to me and say, “Ma’am, I love the way you dress. I tell my sister, you should also wear a sari with a shirt like Sona Mohapatra does.” He, a 24-year-old, talked to me about fashion so freely because he follows me on Facebook. I wouldn’t have imagined it 10 years ago in India because there’s a deep-rooted caste system where you’re not expected to go up to a star and talk to her. But social media and the internet are connecting India to a more egalitarian mindset. After I sang the anti-dowry Mujhe kya bechega rupaiya (Money can’t sell me) on Satyamev Jayate, men from small towns wrote to me about how moved they were and how they were reconsidering the way they treated the women in their lives. I get equal love from both sexes—and equal hate. Just because I stand for gender rights does not mean that all women support me.