I have a friend who looks like a radish. His face is long and tapering, skin as white as his teeth, and his jet black curly hair appears green in sunlight, exactly like the radish leaves. I told this once to him; he had turned into a soggy radish - the kind you find when you keep a radish wrapped in a polythene in the refrigerator for long. He didn't talk to me for a week. So annoyed was he that he started smelling like one, too.
One day, in the following week, he walked up to me with a fresh salad smile. I didn't anticipate this sudden change in his behaviour. It seemed somebody had pulled him out of the refrigerator and put him in a bowl of water to regain his vitality. "You, you look like a potato," he said, a lofty smile on his radish face. I smiled. Unlike him, I didn't turn cold. Refrigerators don't suit potatoes, anyway.
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