One of my hometown heroes might be starving but will never pause to serve up the best snacks, pictured here with some yummy Mysore bondas. I asked ChatGPT to draw me a stick figure of him and his food counter setup.

As I try to write a poem named, Love for my lava (because Vijayawada has a boiling lava hot belly) I think of all these people that give my city a heartbeat.

Here are the first words of Love for my lava:

Every summer,
I come for the warmth of my people,
but before I can hug my grandmother,
I must tread your boiling lava face.

I’ll finish it soon..

Street food seller

 

 

ChatGPT Street food seller Image

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About The Article Author:

Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.

One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.

Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation? 
Namasté.

When Life Happens, You Write

 

When you’re a writer-at-large, you let life happen to you. That way, you let your eyes steal everything that you see, put a spin on it and spill onto paper / machine some “stream of consciousness” kinda cool stuff. And if I am a true writer-at-large, it’s only fair that I must observe, muse and write about it.

 

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