<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Feed Readers on Aneesh Sathe</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/feed-readers/</link><description>Recent content in Feed Readers on Aneesh Sathe</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2025 05:26:46 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://aneeshsathe.com/tags/feed-readers/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Small God of the Internet</title><link>https://aneeshsathe.com/the-small-god-of-the-internet/</link><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2025 05:26:46 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://aneeshsathe.com/the-small-god-of-the-internet/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was a small announcement on an innocuous page about “spring cleaning”. The herald, some guy with the kind of name that promised he was all yours. Four sentences you only find because you were already looking for a shortcuts through life. A paragraph, tidy as a folded handkerchief, explained that a certain popular reader of feeds was retiring in four months’ time. Somewhere in the draughty back alleys of the web, a small god cleared his throat. Once he had roared every morning in a thousand offices. Now, when people clicked for their daily liturgy, the sound he made was… domesticated.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>