I'm the manic pixie dream girl, your ultimate fantasy come true.
I'm all dancing in lavender fields and sipping beer with the guys.
I'm the smile which blooms like a thousand roses.
I'm integrity embodied in art, the moody slice-of-life which tastes better
than that pizza slice which you have been lustily checking out.
I'm better than that, honey.
I'm the girl guys wanna hang out with.
I'm a no-nonsense version of dulcet tones.
i am blessed with generic names like Sonali or Mitali
I'm sweet rosewater and bitter whiskey
lashing out through crimson lips
I'm polite and engaging and caustic and well...REAL
I'm as chilled as they make 'em
I'm the girlfriend with a touch of fantasy making her real, the touch of cool daintiness smothering away latitudinal variations.
But acknowledge my reality before you turn me into a veritable potrait
I'm no baked rasagulla
I'm honey chilli crisp potatoes and champagne dinners and bhindi which tastes exotic.
I'm the manic pixie dream girl.