Recently I figured out that, I am a sunset person. I love watching the sun taking a dip into the ocean. You can call me a naturalistic pervert literally; but that is the one and only thing which gives peace to my soul. From past two years, I’ve been taking pictures of sunsets and all the while I’ve noticed that I totally lose myself. There is a particular charm that sunsets have. With the fading shades at the twilight hours, sunsets take down the grief, cynicism, pessimism, pressures and frustrations. I’ve always dreamt of living beside the beach and every time I reach the sunset, the dream transforms into an ambition and so it grows stronger with every descent. When I watch people walking on the seashore, there is a multitude of emotions transpiring around. I see a couple that seeks a jiffy of solitude, but fails to get some. I see a few people jogging by, some plugged into the own world, some unplugged from the world and charging themselves into serenity. I see a herd of touris...
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.