Arshi_DeLuca

Hey dear! Remember me? I've taken a long break from social media. And found out today that you've a baby boy. I'm so happy for you. I guess he's gonna turn one soon. I'm so sorry, i never congratulated you. Lot's of love to you and your family dear. And tell August someone who lives thousands of miles away from him, loves him and prays for him ❤️

Arshi_DeLuca

@CrumbledFlower oh yes, please ❤️
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CrumbledFlower

@Arshi_DeLuca oh my gosh hey! Thank you so much. August probably won't understand what I'm telling him but I'll make sure he knows he loved❤
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Arshi_DeLuca

Heyyy author, 
                                 I really really really liked your story No longer Broken. I'm just half way through it, and I'm really loving it. Can I share my story with you? I hope you don't mind.
                                                                  My mother admitted me to dance classes when I was 2 years old. So even before I stepped into school, I learnt to dance first. It was classical dancing, since I'm from India, and here Classical dance forms are literally worshipped by people and dance. When I was in class 3, I started practicing contemporary and western dance forms. Dance was my life, my soul. And, I'll not be bragging, but I was really good at it. People couldn't stop looking at me whenever I danced. And nothing could make me feel more alive than dancing. But, when I went to higher classes, my parents didn't like the idea of me dancing anymore. They wanted me to quit it. They thought I'm gonna hamper my higher studies because of it. I had no option but to listen to them, follow everything they said, even though it killed me in a way. I gave away my passion, my dream of becoming a dancer, and became the good little nerd they wanted me to be. A part of me died with it. Even today when I listen to music, I can't help but think how I'm gonna dance on it. As if, even though I left dancing,but  dance never left my soul, my heart and my body. But now, I just can't dance again. It's like, that part of me just vanished, and in its place there's just a big void.
                                              You might think why I didn't fight back, or did anything else. But our society is like this. I couldn't do anything but listen to them. That's how most Indian parents are. But I really wish and hope that this cycle changes with our generation.
              Anyways enough of my pitty party. All I wanna say, you're a very good writer. And carry on with your work. ❤️
                               -Ayeshi ❤️❤️❤️

CrumbledFlower

@AyeshiMazumder02 
            
            So when I said No Longer Broken was a somewhat true story, I meant it. My husband was my bully for a few weeks. He actually followed me to my dance studio and that when we fixed our crap. It took longer then in the book but over the time of him making up for the things he did, I fell in love. My adopted family (specifically my brother) was so ready to kill my hubs but when I explained stuff and they met him, they instantly liked him. The baby is a boy but my hubby doesn't know. For names we have Alexi and Emerald for girls and Karsten, August and Camden for boys
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Arshi_DeLuca

@CrumbledFlower your life story is so inspiring. I'll definitely do it. It's just, my parents are ok when I dance in my room or any other family functions. But, getting too involved in it, like pursuing it not only as my passion but career too, they were against that. I wish I could just dance every hour of every day, instead of doing something that I don't like. They do get mad sometimes for "wasting" so much time, but I told them I need it to maintain my sanity. Those 1 hours of my day are my best moments. And as I told you, even though I stopped dancing, dance never left me.
                                                              And, your story is so inspiring. Your adopted mother sounds like a very humble lady. It's so good that you found the people that care about you and your choices. Also, if you don't mind, can we get a little bit of story on how you and your husband met, and the love story started. I know it's personal, and if you don't wanna share, then it's completely fine. I understand. But I would love to know ❤️
                                     And, a lot of love and hugs to you and your family, especially your baby. Is it a he or she? And, what's the baby's name?
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CrumbledFlower

@AyeshiMazumder02 
            1. Thank you for reading my book. 
            2. When I was first adopted my new mom asked me what I like to do. I told her I liked to dance but that I could quit. She had said "if people around you dont like you doing what makes you happy, they aren't your people". I understand what losing dance is like. My bio mother and my step dad found out I danced when I was 13. They made me quit and I didn't dance again till after I was adopted.  I can't judge your culture and those in it seeing as I don't know anything about it, but if they don't like you doing what makes you happy,  they aren't the best people to be around.  Going against parents is hard but if you tell them you love to dance you may get a good answer. If you get a good answer then dance. If you get a bad answer, dance anyway. Even if it's in your bedroom or while at school or anywhere else, do what you love to do. Put dance back in your life. Feel whole again. Dance brought me my husband and with that, my baby. It saved my life. Just think of the amazing things it will do for yours.
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