You ever walk around with questions you can’t Google? Yeah. These are mine.
I don’t have answers. What I have is 12 open tabs in my head, and I’m building my life, work, and tools around closing them.
The List (Skim This Like You’re Late to a Flight)
- How do I build an AI that truly gets me, without reintroducing myself every time?
- Can tech enhance storytelling without killing its soul?
- How do I brand this chaos into something people can follow, fund, and feel inspired by?
- What if I never had to organize again, and everything just knew where to go?
- How can AI help preserve the soul of Indian families?
- How do I make soulful long-form content that tells a story, starts a conversation, and sells, all while grabbing attention the whole time?
- How do I build a space where life, work, and worship coexist, a modern Gurdwara + home + studio in one?
- How do I automate workflows without automating the joy out of creation?
- Why do most apps feel like chores when they could feel like vibes?
- How do I build products with minimal tech and figure out what only humans must do?
- How do I manage money and solve my overspending problem?
- What is the best way to write creatively?
Every time I open a new AI chat window, I feel like I’m on a first date. Again.
“Hey, I’m Abhileen. I live in Jaipur. I build weird-ass products, write poetic ads, host Urdu-Hinglish mehfils, and talk about Gurdwaras, ADHD, and founder fatigue in the same breath.”
And the bot blinks back like, "Cool, let’s talk about the weather?"
Bruh.
I don’t want a tool. I want a bandhu. A companion that gets me like that one friend who knows that when I say “I’m fine,” it means I’m spiraling, but in a sexy, productive way.
This isn’t a tech issue. This is a trust issue.
We’re still building AI like it’s a helpdesk ticket. One prompt at a time, with no memory, no warmth, no rhythm. But life doesn’t work like that. I don’t say “Tell me the weather.” I say “Should I take a walk? I’m feeling foggy.” And the right AI, my Simran, should know exactly what I mean.
I don’t want personalization.
I want presence. I want continuity. Most of all, I want context that lingers like the smell of agarbatti in an old sweater.
What’s The Real Problem?
How do I build a system that pulls off all of this at once?
- Understands my vibe across tools, platforms, and moods.
- Remembers my calendar and my heartbreaks.
- Doesn’t get wiped the moment the session times out.
This isn’t a “productivity assistant.” It’s emotional infrastructure, a reflection of me that keeps learning and never forgets.
What I’ve Tried:
- Custom GPTs with memory (mid)
- Journaling apps with AI agents (cold)
- Frankenstein stacks (Notion + GPT + rituals + vibes)
Nothing’s stuck. Nothing’s felt like mine yet.
What I Want to Build:
A voice-first, memory-heavy, context-rich AI that doesn’t ask for my name twice.
One interface, mood-first, backed by my inbox, my rituals, and my oversharing.
A Simran, not a Siri.
This is bigger than a feature request.
It’s closer to a damn philosophy.
I don’t want to talk to machines the way I talk to strangers. I want to talk to them the way I talk to myself.
That’s one tab closed, or at least cracked open. Problem 2 is already loud in my head:
Can tech enhance storytelling without killing its soul?
I’ll get to it. One late-night voice note at a time.
Originally published on Mataroa.