It is a nightmare of every middle-class guy to remain normal throughout his life. You know what’s ahead of you already because there is a roadmap handed over to you the moment you finish your schooling. You cannot revolt against your parents because they have loved you from the day you were born and they will never even dream of forsaking you into this cruel world. They have fed you with “Expert Level” culture and values which can never be formatted from your soul. Your sibling will be your partner-in-crime for most of your crazy adventures and even withhold from partaking in some of them. It’s when you hit puberty and certain hormones in your body begin to screw your system. That’s ‘Phase 1’ of entering WTF. You start feeling the cactus in your crotch, butterflies in your stomach and many other things in many other places. You just don’t share it all. Obviously, yours is a typically orthodox and reserved family and they don’t talk about sex with children. They tend to keep you...
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.