Aow wouldn't it be loverly

Pygmalion, the mythical sculptor who falls in love with a statue he has created, has inspired many literary works, including G.B. Shaw’s play "Pygmalion" and its film adaptation, "My Fair Lady" in which Professor Higgins metamorphosizes Eliza Dolittle from flower girl to debutante.

But looking at it in its original context, I wonder if we all, like Pygmalion, at some point fall in love with creatures of our own making – the images in our heads of the person we want to eventually meet and fall in love with, and we forever chase that dream which sadly never quite really catches up with reality.

In so many ways, we are all Eliza Dolittle – simple flower girls in fancy clothes, pretending to be something we are not. Who really is the woman in the mirror?

Fall is here

The flannel pjs are back along with sweaters and boots. Yes, fall is here, the leaves are turning, and the air is crisp. I can no longer go out without the coat in tow. The days are shorter, and the evenings stretch out forever.

And I feel sad - it's an inexplicable hollowness that starts in my stomach. It's a reminder that another year is almost over. I am overcome by nostalgia, of Christmas in Bombay, choir practice and house cleaning, and sweet-making. I fear that time is flying by too quickly, and want the clock to stop ticking.