It was on the 2nd of October, 2009 (a national holiday, being the birthaday of the 'father of the nation'). I paid a visit to my next door neighbour, Rohan Das, who also happened to be my best pal in town.
Rohan an I had been friends for a long time. We looked stunnigly similas to each other, even though we belonged to different families, and I can still remember incidents where people had mistaken me for him.
'Rohan? Rohan? It's me -- open the door!' I yelled, knocking hard.
'I'm coming,' he shouted back from the inside. Rohan opened the door. He was wearing wollens - it was a cold day.
'Well, are you ready?' I asked.
'Ready for what?' He said doubtfully, with an expression on his face much like the one worn by dull students while looking at some giant Mathematics book.
'Have you forgotten about our plan of going to the jungle today?'
'Oh no! Certainly not!'