amar na bala bani(words unuttered)

perhaps it rainaed the day i was born.all my life ihave been listening to rains. it rains when i am alone,it rains when i sing. i remember my first couplet in huntsville..it was to think of the eves/the raindrop-stricken maple leaves... .maples turn red in october..as days turn anew.on a sudden turn,on my fourth week at u.s.a ,.came accross asis,a huntsvillian bangali who gave me a ride to my hotel.you know, asis is the name of my closest friend at home,the word asis means a blessing. so you have blessings all around...today,when i was was teaching macbeth to students, the children began to enact shakespeare with me,as do my students at home..i have my rain everywhere...