The document describes the restorative effects of drinking a glass of water in various situations. It details activities like running long distances, climbing mountains, singing, and writing that left the speaker exhausted. In each case, drinking a glass of water provided relief and recovery from thirst and fatigue. Even when poor, the speaker offered visitors a glass of water to quench their thirst. Overall, the document emphasizes how a simple glass of water can rejuvenate and revive the body and spirit.

1. A GLASS OF WATER
I stood for marathon hours under the blistering Sun; accomplishing a battalion
of tasks with the arid breeze slapping my cheek,
When I came back home; I instantly pacified my insatiable thirst consuming a
glass of cold water.
I ran long distances on a track of consolidated mud; with pumped exuberance
bursting through my fragile muscles,
Infinite strands of my hair engulfed by golden sweat; I then submerged my
forehead in a glass of water to rejuvenate my pulsating temples.
I clambered up steep slopes of the mountain using the full power of my wrists;
with a crunching sound emanating from my bones,
As an inevitable aftermath; I swooned on the ground midway in exhaustion;
opened my eyes the instant I was sprinkled with a glass of water.
I rolled ecstatically in a curry of voluptuously wet mud; incorporating my
demeanor with streaks of brown blended with abashing black,
Poured a glass of water with vigorous tenacity on the same; to get rid of the
disdainful dirt.
I lay unconscious on the ground; after diligently fasting all day; exhaling
shallow gasps of breath at intermittent intervals;
Displayed the first signs of recovery; after a glass of water was meticulously
impregnated in my body.
My voice sounded pungently shrill and hoarse simultaneously; with blurred
notes of music diffusing when I sang,
Although I was cheered with boisterous claps; received a plethora of
accolades; when I opened my mouth after drinking a glass of water.
Streams of blood oozed profusely from my wounds; as I lay on the road after a
ghastly accident,
The flow however ceased dramatically; after I drenched my bruise in a glass of
water.
I wrote unrelentingly under the dim light of the bulb; with my dainty fingers
tiring as a manifestation of the onerous effort,
However my hands were as fit as to decimate a brick wall; after revitalizing
them with a glass of water.
I lived my life in penurious circumstances; with meager emoluments of affluence to
my credit,

2. However to all who visited my dilapidated dwelling; I never failed to offer a glass of
water; gratifying their thirst; prompting them to shower blessings on my
impoverished soul.
I commenced my day in brilliant sunlight consuming it with relish; imparting
radiant tenacity to my silhouette,
Retired for the night uttering a silent thanks to the Creator for all the goodness he
created; admiring the richness embossed in that innocuous looking glass of
warm water.