Narrative

Sitting under the light produced by Tesla, solving the bugs in software made by some other guy and abusing in the mind as reading his/her code. Smoking a  cigarette after every bug solved and hoping that there will be a drinking party in the night, which could make the day better. But someone is missing, someone with whom he can share everything that happens in his/her day, maybe it's because of the sex ratio of the nation he is living in, but then he thinks that this is not missing, the missing thing is having fun, the adrenaline rush which he gets out of hitting a sixer of great timing with the bat, a small joke spoken at the right time which makes everyone burst into laughter, an important point spoke infront of the higher management where he/she works, a perfectly laid shot while making a superb layup shot in a basketball match, playing a tune perfect as if played by the same man who wrote it, riding a horse, etc. He thinks this is the craving he is missing, how does he get this feeling while coding, maybe it'll take some time, maybe there will be some time where he might get the same rush. Maybe there will be a time where everything is stuck nobody is able to solve it and then you come and you solve the bug and everyone is like, what the hell, how could he have done it, maybe that is the point he/she get the rush.