WEEK 326
"You call this living?" Raquel asked her husband. "If this is living, then..."


...what is death. If you can call this existence of ours as life then...." Raquel stopped mid-sentence. She looked at her husband. He would never understand her. He was happy in his life. He was happy with his job and his life. But she was suffering. She wanted money. Lots of it. Money meant freedom. Money meant shopping. Money meant diamonds. But he was happy. He never wanted money. She did. Raquel had never been happy because she never had money. Even though she had a loving husband and a good life, she was not happy. And she never would be.

by Medha R. Bhatt, Goa, India

...perhaps I should become a cannibal."

"A Cannibal? Why?"

"I could have meat without paying for it... with your low paycheck it's priced off the market... I'm getting sick of bread and bread!"

"So you'd eat me?--Don't answer that! You're SUCH a commedian!"

"You're the commedian! At least I'd have a feast of fun!"

by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New Zealand