Difference between raw_input() and input() in Python

In Python 2.x versions:
raw_input() returns a string , whereas
input() evaluates the input .
>>> x = raw_input()
abcd
>>> x
“abcd”
>>> y = input()
“ab” + “cde”
>>>y
“abcde”

But in Python 3.x versions:
The input() has been scrapped and raw_input() is used in place of input()
to use the evaluate feature , we have to explicitly use eval(input()) To evaluate the input string.

Ideal Sunday

I fell in love with her uncertainties, with her inefficiencies.
The way she would talk about her day, at the end of evening.
Mostly complaining about how the work assigned for her, her manager being so grumpy and having no affection.
She would always talk about how she gets so tired with the day’s work, meanwhile me working in the same office,
equally wearisome and exhausted after work, but listening to her made my day, and i was amazed how i could forget all my worries in the briefest of moments spent with her. Just gazing into her eyes and she would smile and continue to talk.

She was totally unpredictable, having no clue what she wants for her. Things ranging from daily needs to decoration stuff to her family to her career and what not. She would stop by at every next shop , and trying out things which she herself never knew she would buy.
Then say,”I am so tired today”. And the very next moment stopping at the next shop to buy a cushion or t-shirt or shoe or slipper or bed-sheet or curtain or something she would also not be aware of. Meanwhile , never halting to relax and continue walking and continue saying “I am so tired today”…

The Hemingway Method

So, Hemingway! Ernest Miller Hemingway! The guy was a genius,a master,absolutely splendid in his endeavors.
He won the Nobel Prize in Literature for goodness’ sake! True, but even he complained about his struggle to start a story sometimes. What chances we have got ,when Hemingway struggled?
Well , some as we can learn from the master himself. This is what he said he did:

Sometimes when I was started on a new story and I could not get going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, “Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.”
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast