The Theory of Time and Infinity !

Its sunny outside. The weather is calm, cool and pleasant.
An old clock-tower is striking four of the evening. The clock-tower has been repaired several times and kept alive by the residents around. John, now a scientist sits in his laboratory - reclining on his chair, lost deep in the infinity of his thoughts...
"What's time ?" and "What is infinity ?".
"Does infinity exist ?", "Is time infinite ?"...."Is time-travel possible ?"
Well,... his PhD thesis in his hands - one that had got him the University's gold now needs a bit of re-touching. It has been a long time since then. He had taken a photograph of his thesis's glimmering leather cover to keep it afresh in his memory as the old-leather fades away over time. That photograph is somewhere in his old pen-drive, and a hard-copy lies in his old college-time folder which contains other memorabilia as well - a good idea indeed - old things with old things !
Its getting warm a bit. He lolls on his chair and dreams the afternoon away...

It's a new day, it is raining heavily outside. Eric - John's room-mate in hostel calls : "Hey, John, it's morn-in...get up or you'll be late, and for god-sake please stop pushing your sheet down to my bed !"
Eric is all wet, soaked deeply in rain. He couldn't help it. Everybody in the University is equally wet-and cold. It's the last day to submit the final year thesis. Everyone is so busy running from professor to their lab, and back to the printing service. Nobody has time to care for the rain and the thunder. It's a very busy day for everybody.
The printer in the printing service has been warm since the morning jetting out prints at full speed.

John has gotten up, is now ready, and out in the rain to get his thesis printed. The cover image and the textual documents are in his pen-drive. The man in-charge of the printing service is an old chap ! He knows John very well - as John hardly used to leave the printing room during his PhD.

It's not too late when John's turn to print his documents comes. He inserts his drive into the old noisy computer - gives the print command.... and lo !
The printer suddenly goes from roaring Ferrari to a meek mouse! The computer hangs and blacks out. Something definitely was amiss with John's documents, and now he is in a messy situation, it's getting late for submission, and behind him is a long queue of restless students, waiting for their turn to come...

B-A-A-M !!!
The door in John's room suddenly smashes close with a loud noise waking John up from his dream. It's six in the evening and is getting dark in his room. The wind is howling through John's window.
John lives alone in his house. He is still a bit dull and dizzy. The dream he had was certainly a bad one, still he tries to recollect what exactly it was about...suddenly, he remembers the photograph of the PhD thesis in his pen-drive, and the cover he was trying to print in his dream that never came out of the printer. He suddenly shouts out in excitement -

"Hey, wait ! How many covers exactly was I trying to print on the front of my thesis !!!"

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©Martin Medro
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