A fine way to turn your grief into something so positive to prevent such tragic accidents.
Dear Renu, We were very happy to read about your remarkable project to save children from drowning. A fine way to turn your grief into something so positive to prevent such tragic accidents from happening all over the country. We wish your husband and you every success in your noble endeavour. With affectionate good wishes, Nayana and Prafull Goradia (Prafull Goradia is a former Member of Parliament, Rajya Sabha)
You are not just preventing tragedies—you are inspiring a culture of care, vigilance, and solidarity.
Dear Sudesh and Renu, I read the Times of India article, Death By Drowning: Turning Tears Into Winds Of Change, and felt deeply moved by your strength and purpose. Transforming the unimaginable loss of Advaitha into a life-saving campaign is not only courageous—it’s profoundly impactful. Your visits to schools, your voice in public spaces, and your use of music to connect with young minds reflect a rare blend of empathy and action. The Advaitha – Symphony Music Award is a tribute that will echo far beyond the stage—it will ripple through lives, communities, and generations. As someone who has witnessed the quiet dangers of water bodies and the gaps in public awareness, I believe your initiative is a beacon. You are not just preventing tragedies—you are inspiring a culture of care, vigilance, and solidarity. Please know that your work matters. And Advaitha’s spirit lives on in every child you protect, every parent you empower, and every life you help save. With admiration and support, Vimal
Mother’s Grief by Kelly Cummings
"You ask me how I'm feeling, but do you really want to know? The moment I try telling you You say you have to go. You ask me how I'm holding up, but do you really care? The second I try to speak my heart, you start squirming in your chair. Because I am so lonely, you see, no one comes around. I'll take the words I want to say and quietly choke them down. Everyone avoids me now, because they don't know what to say. They tell me I'll be there for you, then turn and walk away. Call me if you need me, that's what everybody said. But how can I call you and scream into the phone, "My God, my child is dead"? I am tired of pretending as my heart pounds in my chest. I say things to make you comfortable, but my soul finds no rest. How can I tell you things that are too [...]
