Like begets like, money begets honey, life begets ...

By S.D. Sycther

The mug

You can discover me in many colors in the universe. Seldom one may unearth me in black and white. The reason is still unknown. Although, I am a less modern intervention of the humans in the world of nature, since ancient times I have been manufactured and exploited in many cultures. First of stone, then of mud and now the plastic, of course, metals ruled the medieval times and still rules but the times and places have changed now. They concoct me using cheap plastic. The populace drowns me in the bucket thousands of times in a day, but I still show my face up to save myself, because I am a champion swimmer and only none can defeat me. To increase the jealousy of you people, let me speak these beautiful words for you, “I am immortal and I take birth”. Of course, I die but not naturally, it is the accidents that kill me. But I doubt if those are accidents or simply the carelessness of the humans. There have been times where these weak humans have suppressed the weaker sections of the society. If things are not going on well then thrashing the mug on the floor is a great idea. I don’t think the humans are very rational in doing this; surely we are poignant that you are not being served by the society in a proper conduct but that doesn’t make it great at all, anger only makes things worse.

 But we will stand for you only to be abused by you and break our back. The situation is too serious now. The queen has tried to be polite with us by increasing the prices of mugs at least making us more valuable if not precious. Now, I hope they will be using the mug with some care. Throughout the world, I have seen many of my brothers dying on duty serving these humans and getting absolutely nothing except the taste of hatred.

Features

The handle is the characteristic feature of mine. These humans are helpless without me; they find it so difficult to lift 500ml of water that they have built a tumor for me. I have to carry this tumor everywhere I go and I always curse my creator. Something is common in you and me, you see. It makes me stumbles upon here and there and gets struck many times by various objects creating a scene that may be obscene.

Another one is the rim, the outskirt is so beautiful, it adds a decoration not only ornamental but functional too, but it is the neck that is pleasing aesthetically.

If this is not the end, my creatures have also given me the outlet for water, so that the water flows down gently and there is no degree of discomfort to humans.

These humans have thought so much on the make that they have provided a heightened base to me so that it protects the base from destruction by friction. But that serves another purpose for providing the base is for the advertisement purpose.

The enemies

The showers of the 80s and 90s have taken the position from me but thanks to water scarcity, I have come again in the bathing industry of the middle class. And I am back and will exist as long as the water scarcity lives.

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