I celebrated my New Year in a bus while I was coming to Mumbai to live my dream. This time I had clearly convinced myself that no matter what happens at work, I will recollect my bones and get back up from the dead. I’d over-confidently taken a local mobile number and a local train monthly pass last time when I was in Mumbai, but that didn’t go well, although my luck had a validity of 30 days. I’d lost my focus and almost wandered off-track to settle into a premature tomb. Well, as they say, everything happens for a reason and this was no accident either. My New Year clinically began in Mumbai and it has been great till date. Going back in time, one week ago, I’d come to Mumbai for an interview and I somehow got selected. I was lucky enough to get a place to stay which was just a mile away from my workplace. I was very happy about it because I had a pathway of heaven laid ahead of me for breakfast every morning. I almost ran out of options and ended up stuffing myself with a sam...
Seasons turn, yet their rhythm never falters. The rains arrive when they must, the sun blazes in its time, and winter winds whisper their quiet chill. So too with this blog—its name carries a deliberate flaw, a gentle reminder that mistakes are part of us, often unnoticed, sometimes beautiful. Let this one be the sweetest slip of all: where Ameet becomes a myth, and myths find their faith. That's "Ameethyst"—born of imperfection, yet gleaming all the more for it.