I need to start gymming again I’ve said it a million times I’ve written it down, spoken it aloud Even written a poem that rhymes
Moist earth, wet hair, green leaves Pitter-patter raindrop, the cool breeze White paper boats in brown puddles Piping hot milk and mom’s warm cuddles
This story was originally submitted to the TOI Write India Season 2 contest for Ruskin Bond.
This story was originally submitted to the TOI Write India Season 2 contest for Anand Neelakantan, where it won a special mention.
My notes from the Q&A by Gayle Laakman McDowell on Acing Programming Interviews