Hello! I’m Kinnera — Android Engineer at Mercari and Lead at Women Who Code. Since joining Mercari in October 2018, I have also been actively involved with Women Who Code, a global non-profit organization dedicated to inspiring women to excel in technology careers.

With Mercari’s support, I volunteer with Women…


Visa applications and how to.

Start here: https://www.vfsglobal.com/japan/india/

Visa Type

Family Members of the Indians with Japanese Employment Visa
OR
Visiting Friends/Acquaintances Visa

Requirement list here.

Disclaimer: I’ve attempted to be as accurate as possible, but this list is by no means comprehensive and you may be asked for additional documents based…


Android implementation in Kotlin

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@Entity creates a table for each class it’s annotated with, and so the class itself is essentially a data class that doesn’t contain logic.

Data classes hold data.

And @Entity makes a table out of the data class.

The @Entity annotation indicates that the data class is to be mapped to a database.

But the address variables relate directly to Address and not to Person.

Multiple variables relate to Address…


Thoughts through the eyes of Me and Mine

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“Who had their luck run out this time?”

I had never realised the extent of my hate for that question until someone asked me again.

It is true that the pieces I write lie on the margins of the morbid.
But in…


Tetractys

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wild-
a trait
we possess
too. Tell us no,
but from life we learn to love. We will live

This poem is the sixth stanza of Margins, one of Chalkboard’s Tetractys Trails.


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Reporting on the rain of stones
The crimson sinks into the sallow hearth
Their yearning anchored by the tendrils of lust
Reporting on the rain of stones
Love blinded, she never had been warm enough to warn
Jealousy acquired, he never knew the charge came forth

Reporting on the rain of stones
The crimson sinks into the…


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The saffron of the valley, a
stalk of lithe grace,
filled with the crimson fervour of holy,
heals your wounds unseen,
whispers about you
and a strum rounds the beat.

In response to Terijo’s prompt, Spice.


Villanelle after Aide Ojigbede

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Cold slow horror creeping along your way
as kiss of the beats hit into the abyss,
and again when your self begins to stray.

Fear races the veins a stalling hand cannot allay,
ears ring with echoes of their roar and your hiss,
cold slow horror creeping along your way.


Just how much?

My perspective on a perspective.

Things are never ‘just’ anything.

This is my aesthetic though. The torturous sky, the beautiful sea, and a pun.

I like how nothing is just clam — sorry, calm — regardless of how the surface looks.

I like that there is always…


And a bike.

“I love you.” He heard me.
“You don’t believe in love.” I heard him.
“You believe in love. I believe in you.”

I couldn’t see any other way out of this mess.

He was the one who’d accidentally brushed past me at a convention.

He was the one who’d dragged…

Kinnera Priya Putti

Android/RN dev | WWCode Tokyo Lead | Writer | Hypocrite with an appreciation of the beautiful horror of femininity | she/her.

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