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Often, I am told that I am "Indifferent".

Well, I say I am a WALLFLOWER. A FREE SPIRITED WALLFLOWER ,OBLIVIOUS TO THE WORLD!

These few words sum me up just perfect. Now you may ask what or rather, who a WALLFLOWER is ?! A WALLFLOWER would be a person who see's things, keeps quiet about them and understands. Though I might seem indifferent,but I do see things and I understand them too, only that I choose thought to not participate in life. I am a woman of few words and I choose them wisely. I find the whole idea of talking quite redundant . Anyone can knit you a shawl of words and even before you can say Jack Robinson. I'd rather be a person who speaks by her gestures than a babbling baboon. I do speak, and the few who have the eye for it, actually know what I am talking about. For them, I am a storyteller and I talk them to sleep each night.

A FREE SPIRIT because I am free. Nothing holds me back. Nothing weighs me down. I revel in my freedom. Mr. Albert Camus very rightly said, "The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." One can't help but WOW at that quote right?! I AM A FREE SPIRIT! The past has taught me that I can't be caged, can't be tamed. I am made to run wild. I fall, I hurt myself and quite often too. But then I get up, dust myself off and fly again. Sky is where I reside, it's where I belong. I love the vastness it offers.I love how infinite it is. I love the bird's eye view of the world from above, entirely different from the view down here.

OBLIVIOUS! I am OBLIVIOUS to such an extent that if it had a face, trust me, it would be mine!!!! It's much easier to not know things sometimes. My own happy~bubble surrounds me. That explains why a few also refer to me as SURREAL. I am told that life is not how I view it , that they know better . I say, I don't want the answers. I am here to live my life one day at a time. I know things appear different from the inside of a bubble but, let my bubble be! Amidst all the noise , I prefer putting my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be. 

I can't be all that they want me to be. I can't be what I am not. But I can be the best of me , that's all I can offer and that's all that I got. In a world that's constantly trying to make me like the rest, I am thriving each day to be myself. No, I am not indifferent. I am a WALLFLOWER.

PENSIEVE!

                                                                     'PENSIEVE' !!!!

Many confuse it with PENSIVE. I have been asked time and time again --> "Why did you name your blog PENSIEVE ? And what the hell is it?! "I dedicate this post to those baffled few. 

To start with, NO! I made absolutely no typing errors. Those who have read Harry Potter must be grinning wide right now. And for those unfortunate few, who were deprived of an oh-so-very-magical childhood just because they chose not to give THAT series a read, well I shall be kind enough to enlighten you up. *Alright now, save the Thank yous for the last. * 

  PENSIEVE , is a beautiful word. 

                     My definition to it would be ~ A vessel for one's thoughts. 

                     And thats's exactly what this blog is to me, ergo PENSIEVE!

Often I am told that I over think , even my pictures tend to capture me in a pensive( NOT PENSIEVE) mood, reflecting some deep though process going on in that airy head of mine.  Denying that would be lying to the point of foolishness. I do think a lot. My mind is always crowded with varied thoughts . I do that out of habit, because I have always known myself that way, that's exactly how I remember me even as a child. It's  neither a curse nor a boon. Though I wish, for a minute or even for a fraction of a second, I could put an end to it and just breathe. 

In the magical world of HARRY POTTER, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, used it as an outlet for the many thoughts that crammed into his mind. How I wish I could possess one too! But that would be too much even for wishful thinking so, I created myself one!!!!

This is my PENSIEVE! My vessel for thoughts and memories. A peek-a-boo into my magical world. I am not here to prove a point or to be remembered, I am here to share. The worst part of holding memories is not the pain but the loneliness of it. Memories, need to be shared. I can't go back in time and re live my days but I sure can immortalise them . I can bottle them up in fancy colorful vials and pour them down my very own PENSIEVE , only to watch them take shape and play a movie while I revel in their existence with lustful eyes. 

              "The powerful play goes on ,and you may contribute a verse." 

                                                                          ~N.H. Kleinbaum (Dead Poets Society )

                                                                  

                                  AND I AM HERE TO CONTRIBUTE MINE!