“What is your spirituality? What is the name of your soul? Whom does your conscience worship?” Perhaps, these are some of the questions nobody can answer. Not because they are illogical and insane, but they don’t have a definite answer. And maybe that’s why we try to hide our incapabilities of answering these questions, with a mask of religion and cultures. I’ve written many blasphemous articles (as they say) before and like everyone, even I claim to express my ‘Freedom of Expression’. There have been innumerable moments when I’ve come home stressed and slept off without having dinner. Well, staying alone away from family has its advantages and disadvantages too. Advantage is that, I’ve learnt to cook different recipes with limited ingredients and on the other hand, loneliness always sucks. If I’ve cooked something great and I want to share it with someone, I don’t have anyone to do that. Anyways, the point I was trying to make, whenever I come home stressed, it is my mind that ...
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.