For the love of reading

The first book I ever enjoyed was “The Scarlet Pimpernel”. I was aged 12 and since my family only believed in text books and not in ‘story’ books for the development of their child, I had not read any fiction up till then. It had been a stressful year at school and the summer holidays…

Javascript, a poem

It’s been 7, no 8, no 9 years overall
There’s been 3, no 4, no infinite frameworks withall
But the language got itself together
Left ES5 in the nether

Mangoes and monsoons

In the village of Kanyana, almost bordering two different states, is Kammaje house. Its a sprawling two story structure…

Of milkshakes and truck drivers.

It’s always interesting when unexpected things take place in my vicinity me to people who are not me. Life can get obnoxiously monotonous.

Leave the house, take the lift, open the gate, walk on the sidepath, reach the train station, swipe your…