A Drop of Falling Rain Tears welled up in Lela's eyes as she turned her back on her husband as they lay in bed. He could barely breathe. He fought hard not to cry. His heart felt so heavy as if it would burst at any moment. It wasn't just the words Ravi used, but also the way he spoke to her; and the tone he used. She lay still, trying to scan her thoughts for any moment Ravi might speak to her in such a manner. No, not really. Lately he had been acting a little out of the ordinary. Lately he seemed short-tempered and sometimes even arrogant. Like the last time she asked him if he wanted to have a cup of tea. It was customary that whenever one made a preferential choice of drink, the other would naturally offer the same. “I'm making tea, do you want a cup?” He remembered how he took it. “No, did I ask for a bloody cup of tea?” Ever since there was talk of Vishal coming to stay, Ravi's behavior has been completely different. Lela thought she could actually trace it back to the first time Vishal's father, Lito Khair, came from Bangladesh to visit them. Lito Khair was a powerful and successful businessman in his country. It happened about a month ago. Since then, Ravi started behaving uncharacteristically. What's ordinary anyway, Lela wondered? Lito had gone to New Jersey with his youngest son to visit him... and to ask the boy's Ravi Bhai (a formal and respectful Bengali meaning for uncle) about a family request. He has come to bestow the guardianship of 16-year-old Vishal on his Ravi Bhai, as if he is granting him an honor. Was it no more an imposition than an honor, Lela thought? Lela and Ravi had only been married for three years. They were still in the top... middle of the paper... when Lela was at work. Ravi immediately replied to her, "It seems nonsense to me. I don't really care about your philosophies. He is my uncle's son. I have already told Lito that we will accept Vishal's guardianship, whether you agree or not, and that you like it or not!" What caught Lela off guard was the surprising response, so unlike Ravi. Over the past four years they had been together, Ravi had always been respectful and thoughtful in considering his contributions. Lela felt like she had just been punched. It was the cold contempt and disrespect that hurt. His words were cutting. "Goodnight, Ravi," he said softly as he got ready for sleep. Crying silently, Lela closed her eyes and meditated on a quote from Maharish Mahesh Yogi: "Think of any negativity that comes to you as a drop of rain falling into the ocean of your bliss.."