
I haven't cropped my hair lately...
My lips have never had a taste of lipstick.
My piercing shines when i wake up in the morning and shoot a look at the mirror.
My eyes haven't seen a day minus the kohl.
I have never applied make-up and nor have I soaked my hair in perfume.
I wear tee's that are more-comfy-less-controversial.
They'r all from sales. Sales. Heaven.
I break into a jig everytime I miraculously discover crumpled notes stuffed in my pockets. Seldom that is. 5, 10, 20, 50, 100, anything is fine.
My pants still got paint stains on them...from some godforsaken college festival.
My slippers have hearts on them.
My bag is a faithful cotton one from a dessert land. I got friends who bargained for it.
I know not what heels, cocktail dresses, tube, tank tops, frills, stockings, push-up-brassieres are.
I am usually too engrossed hunting for cotton tees. Oversized. Better. Love.
I grab at everything man-ish and jerky willingly.
I wear pink when my mom needs people to notice her 'daughter'.
I do socialize but never ever click bazillion pictures of myself and my friends.
I know the difference between 'luv u' and 'I love you'.
My cell phone is from the stone-age.
And no, I don't name my cell-phone, my bag, my computer, my mug.
And Yes, I can watch the "swayamwars" and not mind the torture.
I watch movies that are pure tacky-ness. I love them. I watch them on every Sunday. Usually all alone. I am a sucker for tacky movies and food.
I smile at random aunties on the road
I once told my babysitter that we drink cat's blood in our family. Every day.
I have lived in Bombay all my fucking life and I think thats the best thing about me.
I love this city.
I love Bombay.
Find me another Me...
My lips have never had a taste of lipstick.
My piercing shines when i wake up in the morning and shoot a look at the mirror.
My eyes haven't seen a day minus the kohl.
I have never applied make-up and nor have I soaked my hair in perfume.
I wear tee's that are more-comfy-less-controversial.
They'r all from sales. Sales. Heaven.
I break into a jig everytime I miraculously discover crumpled notes stuffed in my pockets. Seldom that is. 5, 10, 20, 50, 100, anything is fine.
My pants still got paint stains on them...from some godforsaken college festival.
My slippers have hearts on them.
My bag is a faithful cotton one from a dessert land. I got friends who bargained for it.
I know not what heels, cocktail dresses, tube, tank tops, frills, stockings, push-up-brassieres are.
I am usually too engrossed hunting for cotton tees. Oversized. Better. Love.
I grab at everything man-ish and jerky willingly.
I wear pink when my mom needs people to notice her 'daughter'.
I do socialize but never ever click bazillion pictures of myself and my friends.
I know the difference between 'luv u' and 'I love you'.
My cell phone is from the stone-age.
And no, I don't name my cell-phone, my bag, my computer, my mug.
And Yes, I can watch the "swayamwars" and not mind the torture.
I watch movies that are pure tacky-ness. I love them. I watch them on every Sunday. Usually all alone. I am a sucker for tacky movies and food.
I smile at random aunties on the road
I once told my babysitter that we drink cat's blood in our family. Every day.
I have lived in Bombay all my fucking life and I think thats the best thing about me.
I love this city.
I love Bombay.
Find me another Me...







