[94927] in Discussion of MIT-community interests
Eat this 1 food for a healthy brain
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Simple Brain Fix)
Wed Jan 4 01:22:04 2017
Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2017 01:22:03 -0500
To: mit-talk-mtg@charon.mit.edu
From: Simple Brain Fix <simplebrainfix@heelurbrain.date>
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Dementia? Eat this 1 food immediately
Apart from this, Aarti had also meticulously assembled silly
memorabilia from school. She had the class VII timetable, on which she
drew horns above the maths classes. She had tickets from the school fete
we had in class IX. She had pasted the restaurant bill from the first time
we had gone out in class X. She had torn a page from her own slam book,
done in class VIII, in which she had put my name down as her best friend.
She ended the scrapbook with the following words:
'Life has been a wonderful journey so far with you. Looking forward
to a future with you - my soulmate. Happy birthday, Gopal!'
I had reached the end. On the back cover, she had calligraphed 'G &
A' in large letters.
I wanted to call her, that was my first instinct. I wanted to tell her how
amazing I found her present. She must have spent weeks on it...
I opened the cake box.
The chocolate cake had squished somewhat, but I could make out
the letters:
'Stolen: My cake and then my heart,' it said in white, sugary icing,
with 'Happy birthday, Gopal' inscribed beneath it.
I pushed the cake box away. The clock struck twelve.
'Your birthday is over, Gopal,' I said loudly to the only person in the
room.
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Apart from this, Aarti had also meticulously assembled silly
memorabilia from school. She had the class VII timetable, on which she
drew horns above the maths classes. She had tickets from the school fete
we had in class IX. She had pasted the restaurant bill from the first time
we had gone out in class X. She had torn a page from her own slam book,
done in class VIII, in which she had put my name down as her best friend.
She ended the scrapbook with the following words:
'Life has been a wonderful journey so far with you. Looking forward
to a future with you - my soulmate. Happy birthday, Gopal!'
I had reached the end. On the back cover, she had calligraphed 'G &
A' in large letters.
I wanted to call her, that was my first instinct. I wanted to tell her how
amazing I found her present. She must have spent weeks on it...
I opened the cake box.
The chocolate cake had squished somewhat, but I could make out
the letters:
'Stolen: My cake and then my heart,' it said in white, sugary icing,
with 'Happy birthday, Gopal' inscribed beneath it.
I pushed the cake box away. The clock struck twelve.
'Your birthday is over, Gopal,' I said loudly to the only person in the
room.
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