The Fountain

The Master loved to show off her ethereal beauty. He would switch on the power supply, and she was drenched in a shower, and multi-colored lights. The wow expressions on the faces around her affirmed that she is beautiful. The sharp tremors and vibrations running through her, induced by electric currents, are painful. Yet, she is grateful for those and counts the number of times it happens.

She does not fish for compliments or sympathy, unlike her menopausal mistress, who complains of electric currents running through her body, while shopping online for anti-aging beauty products. Perhaps, she secretly envies the antique fountain of beauty, and the admiring glances thrown by her husband at it. He almost makes love to the fountain through his eyes.

She has not experienced aging, just immobility. It was a hundred years ago, that she was turned to stone by a curse. She has experienced several transformations of the outer form, and journeys, till she reached this living room.

The words of her tormentor still ring in her ears,

“I have experienced the pain of unsatiated desire for you. May the currents torture you a thousand times, before you live again!”

There is hope in the currents.