Kulikode

The coffee machine hummed its familiar tune in the open-plan office, a sound that usually meant productivity was in full swing. But today, the air was thick with something else—tension. Across the room, two worlds were colliding. [Read More]

The clock on my screen read 2:47 AM. I had been staring at the same component for three hours. My coffee had gone cold, my eyes were burning, and somewhere in the depths of this Next.js codebase, something was re-rendering. A lot. [Read More]

They say every developer has an origin story. Mine doesn’t start with “Hello, World” – it starts with curiosity that bordered on obsession, a keyboard that knew too many late nights, and a desire to understand not just how things work, but why they break. [Read More]