Rudra is a key tray forged in quiet violence — a vessel that feels less designed than unearthed. Its low basin ripples with fractured texture, like sediment carved by weather or ritual touch. Inspired by eroded landforms and chaotic digital fields, the form holds space through absence: not an object of decoration, but of invocation.

Each indentation suggests a story — a place where keys might fall like falling ash, where coins accumulate like drift. Rudra is not a container; it is a terrain.

It serves as a monument to routine — an altar to loss, return, and memory made small.