Himalayan Natural Spring Water . . .

Now these marketing gobbits were too rich to resist writing down - they were actually on the labels of the pictured bottles and their many cousins:

“I was born in the Sivalik range of the Himalayas. In a place most of you visit only in an Atlas. In a world which had nothing to do with yours. Seems like reason enough to be born here”.

“I look back on life – it’s funny how things turn out. You, a connoisseur of fast food, now gaze at water that took years to make. And I, some of the purest water in the world, stand here, trapped in a bottle. Come, enjoy the irony”.

“I am so pure I make a worldly worn-out cliché like “pure” seem new again. So pristine, I could only have survived twelve hundred metres above the rest of the world. So removed, the only things I’ve been in contact with before you are the sun, wind, earth and snow. I am one of the purest things you’ve laid your hands on. I hope you’re thirsty”.

“I spent my youth never questioning a destiny that led me from the top of the Sivalik range to the foothills of the Himalayas. Nor the decades I spent gathering the natural goodness of minerals like sodium, calcium and potassium. Where I come from, destiny is a good thing. And now that yours has led you to me, don’t hesitate to drink up”.