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Baldness


There was a bald patch in his memory. It shone on like a diamond on some days. This irritated him. How can he have a bald patch when the rest of his mind was lush with memories. He tried hard to figure out the origin of the bald patch. He gave up thinking about everything else but the patch. Soon his lush memories grew pale from negligence. Now all that he has is a lush patch amidst a barren landscape that was once his memory. 

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