The finite infinity.

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She had forgotten everything. The medical tests had come up positive with alzheimers. The man whom she tied the knot with sat in the corner of the hospital. She asked him who he was. Tears rolled down the husband’s cheeks.
A handsome young man in a handsome suit came to see his memory-robbed mother. She was lying on the bed. They stared at each other for a few seconds. The son turned around to leave with uncontrollable tears in his eyes. Just then, the old lady on the bed held his hand and said “I love you son”.
Probably the only infinity that can ever be found- mother’s love.

By Arjun Kramadhati

This is me. As Charles Bukowski would put it - born like this, born into this. I don't like to talk about myself. I am afraid this is all you are getting now. I like to express myself through my poems, and stories and very soon another novel. I love you, my darling reader. So read on.

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