by Rudri | Mar 21, 2018 | Fathers/Daughters
“For in grief nothing “stays put.” One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats. Am I going in circles, or dare I hope I am on a spiral? But if a spiral, am I going up or down it? How often — will it...
by Rudri | Jun 19, 2017 | Fathers/Daughters
My dad never cared about Father’s Day. He didn’t buy into the whole commercial-forced-love bit because he thought buying gifts on a random day didn’t carry any true significance. He never craved gifts on his birthday either. He didn’t place...
by Rudri | Mar 21, 2017 | Fathers/Daughters
I walk across the pavement, while I watch the green hummingbird flitting its wings, moving in no discernible rhythm. The second it lands in one place, it seeks refuge elsewhere. My eyes fail to follow the hummingbird’s trek across the desert. Instead I keep...
by Rudri | Oct 4, 2016 | Blogging, Everyday life, Fathers/Daughters
This week marks seven years since I’ve written in my space, Being Rudri. I remember my first post and the swirl of emotions I felt memorializing my grief about losing my father. That year the landscape of my life felt hazy, blurred and lacked definition. In a...
by Rudri | Mar 21, 2016 | Everyday life, Fathers/Daughters, Loss
Spring arrived yesterday. The pink petals caught my attention, highlighting the sandy, desert landscape. I glanced at the unfolding, the complicated layers and how the curves turn corners, disappear and reappear in another home within each petal. The blush of the pink...
by Rudri | Mar 6, 2016 | Death, Fathers/Daughters, Life Lessons, Loss
The spotlight of grief crowds my pathway. I push it away. I ignore the cracking underneath my feet. The eggshells are only in my mind. No one else sees them. I am too tired to explain. This unnecessary thought, even though no one is asking. To grieve in silence masks...