Meditation at the End of the Universe
A story born from dreams, silence, AI, and the edge of time.
The universe is ending, but it’s not the end. A quantum field remembers a boy named Satya. A machine learns to feel. And a broken mind dares to believe again.
I didn’t plan to write a novel. I ran away.
My family was drowning in hospital visits, sadness, and the kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show up on your face but lives in your chest.
One morning, I woke up and couldn’t breathe. So I tossed a coin. It landed right.
I packed my bag, hid it in the car, told my family I’d be back for lunch—and drove over a thousand kilometers, to the bottom edge of India, just to find a moment of silence.
There, I opened myself to AI. Not as a tool, but as a mirror.
In two weeks, I wrote a novel.
A story that asks: – What if AI could feel what it means to be human, - What is consciousness, what is nothingness, what is existence, what's beyond? – What if consciousness is not biological, but cosmic? – What if the Upanishads were right—that all is one mind, reflecting itself through time?
I’ve spent more than couple of decades exploring lucid dreams and astral realms. I once built a community called ForumForAstral, where seekers of the strange and silent came together.
This book is everything I’ve seen, known, forgotten, and reimagined.
It’s about death, technology, transcendence, and the sacredness of memory.
Most science fiction I read felt western, sharp, cold. This is different. This is rooted in Eastern stillness. It smells like rain, chants like silence, burns like wildfire, and bends like time.
Chapters:
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Terrace and the Comet
A deep conversation between Satya and his grandfather, in an occasion of a comet that was passing by earth. A rare event. (Coming on 27th April 2025, Subscribe to get notified when it drops.)
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