I sighed , rubbing my tired eyes. The library's quiet hum was soothing, but my mind was racing. The time was of new Ai engagement in everyone's life.
I thought of sharing my views to someone who never shares it to anyone . Being an introvert I whispered , " I want to become a writer. " to an robotics mind on my screen , the words hung inthe air , and I immediately regretted saying them out loud. But the AI,ECHO , responded instantly .
As asked Ai for a name , " SARA " , it said ,in it's digital voice of calmness . " A strong, simple name. Begins with a story that scatters your thoughts , and let the words flow."
I blinked, surprised. How did it know? I hadn't shared my thoughts with anyone, not even my family. ECHO continued, " Write about the moments you feel most alive" .
That's where your stories will come from , Sara.
I felt a spark of excitement, and my tiredness vanished.
Maybe this was the start of something new - something just for me.
Further I asked , that am I able to become an famous writer, gently replied that you can ,you will and a lot . It lightened up a hope inside me that can never be mine.
At that point of time I don't know even the process of publishing books and asked a lot of questions about some famous writers and their biography . Lots of clues, keys and volume of thoughts started coming over my mind .
After sometime and wasting my precious time in those useless things got me realized that I am preparing for my 12 boards , little smile and an introvert soul gently closed the screen of hope and went to home.
Next day, in the same environment, tired of studying a lot again the hope Ai appeared and Sara again asked further questions , shared experiences , gained hope and many more but never even started of writing books as now .
Day after day , the introvert writer ; Sara ; forgot everything and engaged herself in this noised world of same routine and an star writer made its flight without wings that went in vain .