The empty spaces were filling. The cacaphony of letters herded to words; words that challenged and clashed; some standing erect and some drooping low, mounted, a burden of their unfathomable correctness...
As the long fingers traced a rhythm on
a dented panel, clanging mild metal on a hardened polymer,
he stooped, bowing in anguish,
writhing in pain as numbness swept past his flexed knuckles.
Having saved his two final strokes; bridged from gasps of nuptial pleasure,
his palms stretched shielding all delusions of fornication.
Nearing the inevitable climax, "...what now?" he muttered;
the final strokes falling perfect, on and bracing together, Ctrl and F9...
He furrowed his forehead, gratified...
As the count of errors turned to nothingness,
the warmth of a code well written, traversed a million veins,
relieving his strained knuckles... "Habit!", said I...
Dedicated to Vinoth, the only Programmer I've met...
As the long fingers traced a rhythm on
a dented panel, clanging mild metal on a hardened polymer,
he stooped, bowing in anguish,
writhing in pain as numbness swept past his flexed knuckles.
Having saved his two final strokes; bridged from gasps of nuptial pleasure,
his palms stretched shielding all delusions of fornication.
Nearing the inevitable climax, "...what now?" he muttered;
the final strokes falling perfect, on and bracing together, Ctrl and F9...
He furrowed his forehead, gratified...
As the count of errors turned to nothingness,
the warmth of a code well written, traversed a million veins,
relieving his strained knuckles... "Habit!", said I...
Dedicated to Vinoth, the only Programmer I've met...
