On a noisy, dusty road leading to the highway, I chanced upon an alien object – an Italian basil plant, lush and in full bloom, growing without a care in the world. This plant that I have struggled to grow in a pot at home and offer so much love, protection, good vibes and juju, but never managed to survive, somehow was growing magnificently in a spot where no one watered it, the sun beat down on it and the fumes of pollution fanned it constantly. It was thriving and how!!
I am no poet but the sight of this basil plant sent a wave of emotion in me and the next thing I knew I had lines and verses forming in my head pretty much like the how you watch AI respond to your query, line by line… only this was my Actual Inference and not the much hated AI.
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