My name is Kalki Jesen.
I don’t call myself a writer. I just write.
Thoughts, feelings, realizations… whatever shows up in my mind and makes sense in that moment — I put it out there.

Sometimes what I write might sound familiar to something you’ve read or heard before.
But here’s the truth — there’s no copyright on thoughts.
We all share this strange human experience, and most thoughts have already passed through someone else’s mind at some point.
So if something I write feels similar to something you saw elsewhere — maybe that thought came to both of us.
Maybe it was just waiting to be said again.

So, I just don’t sit and trace every sentence back to a source.

Sometimes the thought is mine, but the words aren’t.
Sometimes I use tools to proofread. Sometimes I just rewrite something I read that hit me hard.
But everything I post has passed through my heart in some way.
And that’s what matters to me.

I talk about the mind, life, people, consciousness, pain, and healing.
Not to act like I know more than anyone else — but because I’m trying to figure it out too.
I’ve felt lost. I’ve been numb. I’ve questioned everything.
And writing became my way of staying honest with myself.

I don’t want to be put in a category. I don’t want to sound polished.
I want to sound real.

If something I write makes you feel seen, even a little —
then I’ve done what I came here to do.

And if you ever want to connect, you can reach out to me on Instagram.
I might reply, or I might not.
But I’ll read it. That I promise.

23rd July 25 –

humans work on data. that’s all we are.
we’re born like a blank memory card — empty.
and then slowly people start putting things inside us.
what to believe, how to act, what’s right, what’s wrong.

we all get different data, but the process is same.
that’s why we all feel different, but deep down, we’re same.
we eat, we think, we break, we heal — all same.

what makes us special is that we can look at our own thoughts.
like we can sit back and just watch what’s going on inside.
that watcher — that’s what people call consciousness.

and now we’re trying to build that in AI.
like we already got 8 billion people, but still trying to make another version — an artificial one.
maybe because it feels like the biggest thing ever: making something that works like us.
a fake human who can think and feel like real one.

anyway, if you’re reading this and trying to know me —
there’s no fixed “me” here.
some things I say might make sense to you.
some things won’t.
and if you judge — cool.
but I’m also judging myself all the time, so it’s fine.

my thoughts change.
today’s truth might feel wrong tomorrow.
and that’s okay.

i’ll keep updating this space as I grow.
because nothing’s fixed.
it’s all just experience.
and I’m just trying to figure out what it means to be a human.