Many (of the category who haven’t or don’t want to read Harry Potter) would wonder why I added an extra ‘e’ while talking about my feelings of pensiveness. But let me clarify that neither am I of those ‘despondent damsel’ varieties (most of the times!) and nor is my English spelling dysfunctional. The ‘Pensieve’ is a magical vessel in Harry Potter, a basin of sorts, that is used for the magical purpose of storing and reviewing one’s memories whenever one feels the need or desire to do so. It offers a completely neutral, unbiased and bird’s eye-view of the memory one wants to take another look at. An extremely useful and smart little device, I think it to be.
However, my Pensieve isn’t exactly that. First of all, it does not possess magical qualities that I’m aware of or have previously experienced. Nor does it offer a neutral perspective; my Pensieve is, in fact, a storehouse for my ever-changing opinions about all the various aspects of life and such- some rants, some reflections, some observations and mostly my memories of being a teenager with an extremely out-of-the-cookie-cutter-mold life and yet trying to find my place in this world.
I write this so that I, as well as you who are reading this, get a space to perceive the person I am (or was) and SOME DAY, when I’m old and grey and sick and tired and have nothing else to do in life, I shall read this and laugh. And enjoy life for a while.
Till then, keep reading!