Pradeep V.

Once upon a time, there was this boy who loved weeks of play, days of mischief and hours of creativity - in that exact order to be brutally honest. Yet, it was supposedly a competitive world that he had the privilege to breathe in. To make things worse, the storks dropped him in mid-flight and he came tumbling down upon India, where it's a crime to skip a meal at home and an even greater crime to not reproduce definitions exactly as printed in the books. No mug pot he was, Marks? Nought, he got. Here's what he sought. Borrows a pen from Freelancer. Sorrows none, lives happily ever after!