Shiva the destroyer
I am Sita. I was born in Uganda under Idi Amin. Like all other Indian
families we were expelled from that country when I was just a baby. My
parents caught a dhow from Mombassa, cradling me in their arms as we
crossed the Indian Ocean, stooping at Reunion, the Maldives…… Made our
way from Bombay to Bhubaneswar in Orissa and my father got a job at the
zoo there…I had a happy childhood full of white tigers and elephants…I
thought perhaps it was Ganesh the elephant god who was watching over
me. Little did I know…
I met my husband Jazz and we made our way to America. It was there that
I realized Shiva the destroyer might be at work(as Rudra). We arrived
in New Orleans with our new baby who we called Shasta, and Jazz went to
work as a cab driver even though he had an MBA from the university in
A few years later Katrina took our home and it began.
In 2010 Jazz was fishing off the Lousiana coast when the oil well
broke. The crew headed for newer cleaner waters only to be taken by a
storm. I never saw my husband again.
Shiva was destroying I knew that. Still, Shasta and I moved to the west
coast, where we thrived. Years passed. In the Seattle schools she got a
scholarship to MIT and it seemed that all would go well.
Then one summer, the fires started. From Alaska to northern California.
The forests burned… Once again I lost our house and truly…I lost my
In a moment of great sadness I visited the old park, and sat in the
ashes. It was as low as I have been. Through the ashes I found a sprout
reaching for the sky. I tried to focus on the new life. A car pulled up
behind me. It was Shasta, home from school driving one of those Nissan
Leafs. We stood in silence together.
"Mom there is a reason we worship the god of destruction"she said.
"Shiva is the destroyer" she said. "but also the transformer. Bringer