I met Dreamymaya a couple of years ago when she was an ardent follower of one of my stories. I always found her comments very thoughtful and this led to email exchanges though which I got to know her more. She is a PhD and a researcher by profession but I found that like her name suggests she is just another a dreamer like me.
For those of you who follow this blog, I am sure you have come across her regular comments, and if you have stopped to read them you would find that she is someone who immerses herself in the tale and the characters. She always gives her perspectives and passionately shares her feelings about everything.
As writers we always treasure the thoughts of our readers and it’s a pleasure for us to engage with them. She is one of the few readers who is a through and through Regular who has also always encouraged and supported us, and we value it tremendously.
She loves literature, travel and movies of all kinds. She is also a complete foodie, South Indian being a favourite.
Dreamymaya is also a writer, and this is perhaps one of the other reasons we have connected with her so well. We are extremely happy that she is joining us today not only as a reader but as a contributor.
Please join me in welcoming Dreamymaya on her first official Guest Post on Deranged Writers.
Guest Post by Dreamymaya – On Angel Wings (The Invincible Feeling Called Love)
2013 wasn’t so great for me. Of course, there had been good moments but most of the time; I was fighting depression, hopelessness and many other negative feelings. All because I was let down by best friends, felt betrayed when my trust in people broke and the last nail on the coffin was when my wedding was called off. In short – I hated myself for feeling vulnerable, for allowing myself to be exploited, manipulated and used in the name of love and friendship. I became a temper queen and anyone who dared to say how beautiful love is or spoke about marriage heard an earful from me.
But with her – let’s call her Angel (for she had been my Angel during those days) it was different. Even though I wanted to extinguish the feeling called love from my life and hated love with a vengeance, with her, I advocated in favour of it.
Reason? Love is precious. Even though I didn’t want to believe in it, I couldn’t let go of that magical feeling of love completely. Even when I was betrayed and hurt, I didn’t want my bitterness to affect others.
Angel reminded me so much about my younger self and I didn’t like it one bit. I wanted her to enjoy life, not hold back like I did (because I did regret holding back and being cautious at a later stage in my life). Hence I started lecturing her about love.
One thing which I realized while I was writing this post is that even though I had given up on the emotion called love, whenever she used to talk about him, it made me smile and it filled me with a kind of hope that all is not lost and bad in this world. So I decided to play a fairy in her life and make her realize the possibility of a wonderful love she could experience if she was less stubborn and a bit more relaxed with him.
But I had my work cut out for me since the girl had always been a control freak! An obsessed “CAT” student. One who had so many plans about her career than her life. She is blunt, smart, tough and sharp. She considers life and career as one. It took a hell of a lot of patience to drill something about love and life into this girl’s head.
And what challenged me most was her no-nonsense attitude and that she doesn’t give a crap to the concept called love. With lots of patience and resilience I managed to rub off some of my magic on her, and since then she has been improving. She did strike a friendship with him after all these years of studying together and then realized that she actually liked his company and his talks (Pats myself on the back).
I used to listen to her rambling (lot of excitement and squeals) about the happenings and things they talked about with a smug smile on my face. It was also a time of realization for me too – I can renounce love but I can never stop enjoying the joy the feeling gives.
Angel had described him to me as a pervert in the beginning. That’s what she loved calling him then. But I strongly disagreed. Of course he is a ladies’ man, his charming persona and the ‘bad boy’, ‘heart breaker’ image adds more charm to his persona in my eyes. What to say? I have a thing for bad boys! But as I observed him through her versions, I saw he did have some good qualities, he isn’t totally a pervert. He is different, ambitious like her, but more funny and wittier than her.
He treats her differently, admires and respects her for what she is. Oh forgot to mention – he has killer looks which makes you drool!
Whatever rumors had been there about him remained rumors to me because whenever he interacted with her, well, I felt him like a perfect gentleman. Once during an exam, she forgot her watch and when the damsel in distress expressed her problem to no one in special, without a thought, our knight in shining armor removed his watch and gave it to her (Which caused her jaw to drop in surprise & poor Mr. Knight disturbed his invigilator throughout the exam to ask for the time).
Another time, when the placement interviews were going on, our Angel had a tough technical round and had no hope of clearing the HR round. While she was sitting dejected, our Prince Positive reassured her with a small squeeze on her wrist that she would do well and ta-da she cleared the round easily with a lot of confidence.
But the best one was when he got selected for the Air force, he broke the news first to her, by calling her before entering home, while it was drizzling outside. How sweet and romantic!
So far these two are playing this game of sweet gestures. And I am really getting bored. She claims that there is nothing between them but I can’t totally digest it. She always underestimates him. However, I have this gut instinct that there is something special between them. It is during these times, I really wish that I had this fairy magic in me so that I can really make something happen for them. They make an awesome and handsome couple!
Anyways, I hope something will happen soon but with my whole heart I hope that he doesn’t hurt her. If he does, then I will hunt him down and break his bones.
Moral of this post: You can get me out of love but not love out of me.
About our Guest Poster
Dreamymaya is a 28 year old, single career woman currently working as a post doc researcher in the city of Delhi. She also holds a PhD in cancer nanotechnology. Hailing from Kerala, India, at heart Dreamymaya remains a true South Indian no matter where she goes. With a weakness for Idli vada sambar and other traditional foods, as well as filter coffee, she is a self-proclaimed foodie. – Also an aspiring writer, Dreamymaya has recently taken on the task of revamping a story she began to write in 2012. Strange Love is available now on her blog (http://mayayudeillusions.wordpress.com/) with a fresh perspective, and several meaningful changes.