It was a gargartuan stroke of luck that I stumbled upon a destination of my wildest dreams in the course of a AI-enabled tourism project marked by quintessential machine stuff including collaborative geo-tagging, heat maps, et al.
Before I knew it, I had left all particulate matter and artificial intelliegnce behind to find quality off-time and offbeat attention for articulating scores of mind matters in an unbelievably high AQI zone with my natural stupidity.
This green house on the cusp of Assam and Arunachal Pradesh, I later found out, is in close proximity to my birthplace of Roing, where my mom gave birth to me in a ramshackle primary health centre very many centuries back, where I was tucked in a makeshift tea tray for want of a better functional arrangement in a remoter than remote region, courtesy my dad's North east deputation as a decorated field officer of the Archeological Survey of India, where he made key excavations immediately following my birth. More about them at: https://www.fitforpurposecontent.com/2015/12/dr-y-raikar-excavation-in-lower-dibang.html
You see, tea trays can do way more than house legendary beverages best served piping hot, they can hold lucky mascots too.
This unexpected homecoming in the AI era feels surreal, but is discernibly rejuvenating.
Wish I can muster the guts to settle in these oxygen-rich environs after the completion of the project; wish I can eliminate the scores of ifs and buts that have settled deep in my gut over a span of several decades of mind and body conditioning.
Impossible dream, but you never know!