I stood on the terrace sipping tea and enjoying the golden dusk. I love this time of the day, neither here nor there, not day and not yet night. It’s like we are in transit.....
A poem about artificial rain which celebrates practiced and rehearsed emotions... the viewer too knows it is a three hour solace from the reality of life
There are these invisible threads that bind your heart to your loved ones and you can feel them in times of intense love or loss. If you believe as I do, please go on to read my story.
In this play Shaw writes about the transformation of a flower girl to royalty by overcoming one specific class divider; the language. He won both, Nobel Prize for Literature and Oscar, amazing!