It all started when I was in a movie theatre with my brother. We were just collecting our 3D glasses and preparing to tuck ourselves in when suddenly, our neighbour showed up. He had more admirers in the theatre than the movie itself and even my aunt talked to him instead of her son. I just put on the 3D glasses and was about to watch, but everyone stood up. When I looked around, there weren’t too many people; only a few of them, that too in their college uniform. The uniform seemed a little bit weird because I’d never seen anything like it before in my city. There were two guys who were seated in the front row on the left side of the screen and it looked like they were being felicitated for something. They had a mirror in their hands and the reflection was feeble. I tried to look into the mirror and I saw myself, but in their uniform. I was shocked, and I looked away immediately. The movie began and the first seen itself was very horrible. It looked like as if someone was hamm...
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.