When I thought I lost my mind, I left everything behind and escaped from the mindless forest into somewhat sensible mankind. When the world didn’t make sense I indulged into artful silence and unplugged myself from the chaotic behest into an orb of blissful magnificence. When I was about to lose my grace, I reopened my mysterious case and discovered gazillion secrets into a realm of ecstatic eco-space.
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.