I am..

Devika Alva, Devika, Devi, Dee, D, Alva.

Am narcissistic and have low self-esteem at the same time.

Love perfumes, cupcakes and books.

Think my chubbiness gets in the way of being taken seriously.

Seriously.

Don’t like loud Hindi Songs but still feel my body sway to the music once in a while

Can’t dance.

For shit.

Am a Bombay Girl, I make stinky city, bad city, crowded city- jokes once in while even though there’s no place I’d rather be.

Except Tahiti, maybe.

Am an absolute Beach Bum.

But also a (Bombay) winter person.

Think the rains are a pain in the ass, but still marvel at the beauty of it.
Sing English songs loudly, in an Indian accent when I'm bored. 
Associate a lot of my self-worth to inanimate objects.

Have learnt a lot of things I know by reading bad literature.

And good literature.

And watching.
Am more clumsy than I'd like to admit.
Am hideously quirky.

Am a closeted Romantic, in spite of the frequent “Ew! You’re so corny.”
Believe that everything you do, comes back to bite you in the ass.
Will make it a point to have a different picture on every web-based public platform.

Have always fantasized about being a Rockstar.

With a bad ass guitar and red streaks in my hair.

Want thinner thighs.

And a smaller ass.

But what I want more, is to be a bad ass lawyer.
Feel stupid about things I did yesterday, today, five minutes ago,
Am told it's called growing up.

Believe the smell of the Sea and the wind in my hair define contentment.
Think it's very unladylike to swear in Hindi.
Swear anyway.

Know where my follies lie, but I’m loathe to fix most of them.

‘Cause let’s face it, whatever they are, they make me fabulous.

Also because I believe, those who love me, love me anyway.

Am very politically incorrect.
Think I have MASSIVE palms.

Cry too easy.

Think too much.

Wince when I hear somebody say anywayS.

Itch to correct even random strangers when they’re grammatically incorrect.

Did not up until now have the courage to write on a public platform.

Need the occasional nod of encouragement,

Sometimes it needs to be a hoot, a push, even a shove.

Tend to yap about myself.

Very often.

Evidently.

Should stop.

Okay seriously.