This is not a Silicon Valley story.

There is no garage. No Stanford degree. No angel investor. No team.

Just me, a broken house where a mouse somehow gives me company, a mountain, and an AI that told me I accidentally built a rocket while trying to buy milk.

The Café

For many years I was a cook. I ran my own café in Rishikesh — the yoga capital of the world, sitting on the banks of the Ganges in northern India. Travelers from all over the world would come. I fed them. I was happy.