You ever walk around with questions you can’t Google?
Yeah. These are mine.
I don’t have answers.
I have 12 open tabs in my head — and I’m building my life, work, and tools around solving 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, sells — 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?
🧠 Problem 1: How Do I Build an AI That Truly Gets Me — Without Reintroducing Myself Every Time?
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 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. 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 what I mean.
I don’t want personalization.
I want presence.
I want continuity.
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: - 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.
It’s spiritual middleware.
It’s a reflection of me — always learning, never forgetting.
🛠 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, my oversharing.
A Simran — not a Siri.
This isn’t a feature request.
It’s a damn philosophy.
I don’t want to talk to machines like I talk to strangers.
I want to talk to machines like I talk to myself.
Shall I queue up Problem 2 next?
Can tech enhance storytelling without killing its soul?
Say the word, and I’ll drop it like a late-night voice note.