I am back…

…and not happy about it. I have a website full of harmless old poetry that I curated while on sabbatical. I had a lovely wife. I learnt how to make a decent biryani, and listened to all of Bach’s organ works; I learnt a new language, and dusted off an old one. I was enjoying life. But while I was doing so, things got worse. They got to the point that even men of good will and good sense are lost in a quagmire of faulty information. I can’t stop this. But I can shelter my readers, as many as I still have. Nice to meet you again, comrades: it is still me, with the lines on the forehead and the grey hair in my beard. I just wish we met under better circumstances.