Dinner date. Birthday night.

"Table for two?", he asked the manager at a dining restaurant.

Eyebrows raised, as he managed to made her sit.

"Happy Birthday Gorgeous!", he greeted her.

Perhaps, it was one of those days when he thought of Alzheimer's to not come back.

"Thanks, A...", she looked at him, perplexed.

"Aaryan Maa! Your son.", he sighed, as he ordered her favourite cuisine.