I walk behind you; don’t think that you lead. In the darkness, I am freed. I am bound to you, while you walk upright. I am immortal, even in the bright daylight. I have no friends to share my pains, Don’t confine me with gloomy chains. As the night fades, you’ll wake up soon. And I, your shadow, will dance till noon. I am under your feet, until you die. My loyalty stays albeit you say goodbye. Though you remain eternally ignorant, It’s only your shadow that will never lie.
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.