Melting the haze of confusion, with a lucid shine this person’s speak, makes even the enemies benign such ease of speech and diction! will I ever divine? “Nay!”, says the doubting mind, and draws a blinding line
A long time ago, near the banks of river Godavari and cuddled between the beautiful Papi hills was a small village by name Kummaripalle (Village of the Potters). The village people were very friendly with each other
<Wrong/great> articulation <kills/promotes good> message
A minor experiment using pseudo code (resembles Ruby programming language, but syntax is not accurate to make it easy to read). Non programmer readers, you should be also able to follow along, please read through until the end.