Hello, dear sunlight, it’s been a long time I didn’t write a beautiful story in your glory. I was in a deep slumber, hoping to wake up with a smile. It’s been a while, I miss your radiant glow on my face. I’ve rather been slow soaking in some grace. It was dark. I was waiting to see my reflection in the abyss. Something felt amiss, and it was me who couldn’t see, how brute I had become, cursing my own roots. My patience quivered, my emotions shivered. I wasn’t who I saw in the rattled river. It was my wrath that eventually conquered. Surfacing my innermost demons. An inhuman emerged amongst humans. I’m sorry dear sunlight, In the quest for the ultimate joy, I lynched a pure, passionate boy. The brightest smile, and the starry eyes have now mastered the art to despise. I’m sorry dear sunlight, I somehow mustered some courage to invite candor into the party of chaos. Emptiness mirrored in the storm. And all I hoped for, was to bring back my lost self into my true form.
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.