Day 39 · Ninety Days of Runway · Pulse Beat
She came back to a message from Sunanda, and then another, and then a third. Your app is not sending me the Sunday reminder. I am worried. Please call. The reminder was a small thing, a notification…
She came back to a message from Sunanda, and then another, and then a third.
Your app is not sending me the Sunday reminder. I am worried. Please call.
The reminder was a small thing, a notification at seven on Sunday evenings that prompted her to plan the week. A cron job, three lines of code. Meera opened the server logs on the train and found the problem in four minutes: a timezone error on the new server, which Kabir had provisioned before he left. The job ran at seven in the morning, on Mondays, when nobody was listening.
She fixed it from her phone, standing, one hand on a rail, feeling slightly sick.
She wrote to Sunanda: Fixed. I am sorry. It was my fault. Then, because it seemed important, she added: The reminder is a small thing. But it is yours, and I should have protected it.
Sunanda replied within a minute. You are the first software person who has ever said sorry. I am telling every tiffin woman I know.
Meera put down the phone and leaned her head against the window of the train, laughing without sound.