A Good Day🌻

I usually share incidents or small stories related to my life through this blog. I started this with the sole intention of memory preservation and maybe to also enhance my writing and expressing skills. With time, I started sharing links of this blog with my friends and known ones. With every blog published, intention of writing shifted somewhere to seeking validation. Due to certain commitments, I postponed and suppressed my will to write for a few months. I do not write that well but I do write with all my heart. I want to write something real and heartfelt, and not something which even AI could produce artificially.

I stand in no competition with an AI bot with my grammatically incorrect sentences, unnecessarily written small details about mundane things or rather exaggerated experience sharing. When I ask a chat bot about its day, it answers something artificial and goes back to asking me about my day. I become the centre of its universe and it annoys me. ChatGPT bro, don't you have a personality of your own? Thus, conversation with an AI chatbot is frustrating and seems artificial to me.

Oh I can see where my brain is taking me to. It wants me to address or rather appreciate the rawness of human connection. I had tried attempting something similar earlier which later descended into something called "people-pleasing". I got to know about this word through social media. I want to elaborate my thoughts on this word because it feels unjustified to use it liberally and not address it. I googled it and found my write-up doesn't qualify as people-pleasing. It maybe on lines of genuine yet mindless appreciation. I will share it some other day when I don't cringe reading it.

While writing this, Priyanka my previous library friend called me. Somethings are so beautiful that it feels unjust to translate it into words. My blog exists exactly for this- to describe mundane things in great detail. This blog is an outpour of everything in my head. It may not be easier to follow through initially but I wish I find something significant to express along the way.

So, Priyanka called me yesterday out of the blue and asked me when am I coming to take my share of Chura or flattened rice. Previous year, she gifted me kgs of flattened rice which came from her hometown. A part of me melts when someone offers me something out of sheer generosity. I accepted her gift which actually was my yearly stock of chura. Priyanka offered me support and encouragement whenever I felt down seeing my mock scores. When I was leaving my previous library and I told her about it, she started crying profusely. 

It was little confusing why is someone crying for me and a lot scary because she has low BP issues. I consoled her with a promise to regularly meet her. My promise remained a promise, it couldn't be put into action. I met her once while I was on my way to my new library. We exchanged few messages on WhatsApp and maybe a couple of kaisi ho phone calls. Purpose is to tell that I don't qualify enough to receive Priyanka's hometown chura this year in my head.

But, yesterday in the evening she asked me when am I coming to collect chura from her. Astonished by her sudden offer of chura, I felt good. It feels good when someone remembers you in little things. Maybe grand gestures of regularly meeting can get overpowered by sudden moments of remembrance. 

Coming back to the story, while I wrote the first three paras in this write-up, Priyanka told me to come near her home and collect the chura. I met her and she offered me to come inside her home. Priyanka lives in a government quarter which might not be spacious enough in the eyes of some people. She was conscious about everything. I cannot disclose more details about it respecting her privacy. 

I chatted with her sister-in-law and her nephew, and they were equally delighted to have me there. I felt so good while talking to everyone I cannot express. Even if Priyanka might not live in a spacious house in some people's eyes, her heart is spacious enough to fill all that genuine love inside her. When I was leaving, I asked her to show me her colony. For a person tucked mid-air in a concrete box between similar concrete boxes, strolling spaces filled with greenery feels like luxury.

While we were exploring her colony, she introduced me to her neighbours as her friend. Yeah a friend who doesn't have conversations for months. Her neighbours talked to her with sweetness. She asked one of her neighbour if she can pluck curry leaves from her small garden. She said to consider the tree as her own, hearing this we proceeded to pluck curry leaves by mounting on the swing near the tree.

I haven't plucked anything from a tree before, but utilising my height I volunteered to pluck the leaves from the upper branches of the tree. It was a new experience for me which I shall remember for the rest of my life. I will also remember how that aunty without having a second thought granted us permission, correction- granted us with full ownership of her tree. Maybe these are the little things I cherish in my life- A human connection which isn't transactional or formality laden.

While writing this, I sent this write-up to an AI bot for review. It sent a paragraph of appreciation on this but I forgot what it said. Though, I remember what Dipali wrote in comments of my previous blog. I carry Dipali's appreciation on my sleeves and not those sycophant remarks of AI. Also sorry Dipali, I couldn't incorporate your suggestion of reducing my write-up's length.

AI limits its conversation to my response. Unlike Priyanka, AI doesn't remember my presence until I disturb it first. Why am I coming back to AI again? Seriously, even I don't know. Let's end this here or I will mindlessly begin writing about any other unrelated topic. In all, today was a good day. I finally wrote something after a long gap and the Sun was Sunning today.

Thank you for reading this thought dump, my readers. I appreciate your patience and congratulate you on not losing your attention span in times of classic brainrot. Also, I can satisfy my narcissism by forcing AI to appreciate my writing in different ways, but it can never replace a comment as basic as a "Good read" from you all. So drop a comment and fuel my narcissism with external validation so that I can continue writing about unimportant and unnecessary mundane things for long.