Can you imagine the torture I have been through? First I get mildly hacked …. and then one fine day, my entire data base of posts got eaten up …
Shreeman hackerji took away five years worth of posts. It was as though the ground was cut away from under my feet. Still I painfully retrieved what was lost. The last few posts disappeared, and will probably be floating around in ether along with misplaced keys, lost hankies and socks and bits and pieces of forgotten crushes and broken hearts.
It that were not enough … the Salman Rushdie thing happened and I could not vent. This made me more determined to set up blog again. My sons have advised me not to write nasty blog posts about the aforementioned Shreemanji …
I am trying, I am trying and I am trying to be nice.
Sigh … “Discretion is the better part of valour” was obviously not coined for people like me. I am territorial and this is my space. Life without “My Precccciousss” said like Golem … was hard.
But on the flip side, life without My Preccciousss made me finally finish my third novel. So something good came out of it definitely.
Feels good to be back 😀