Micro Stories, Flash Thoughts, Short Poetry

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Only a miracle could have brought him back. The doctors tried everything and threw up their hands in despair. People began to move on. Succession struggles had already started. One day, an assistant put a sheaf of papers in the comatose patient’s palm. The great mathematician stirred and sat up..The proof he had embarked on was still unfinished.


Written by Kalpesh Muchhal

March 27, 2010 at 12:00 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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