After the day’s work when I was going back home, I had the most mesmerizing time. While I was in the parking lot, a dog appeared out of nowhere and I couldn’t recognize its breed. It looked monstrous enough to scare me and fall down from my bike, but it was cute enough to lick my face when I was frightfully staring at it. I somehow tackled the cute monster and rushed home. When I entered the hall and was checking my answering machines, I had a couple of random calls just leaving their name and number, one of which was Daniel. I’d never heard that name in my life and neither had I heard about anyone else. Suddenly, something happened and I had a shotgun in my hand. It looked like I was some sort of serial killer and the name and numbers given to me were targets I was supposed to eliminate. I had no clue how, when or why did I turn into “Donnie Darko” and start killing people for no reason. When I gave up the battle of thoughts, it struck me like a lightning. I was a “Time Travelle...
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.