One day, two men came running to Raman’s house. “What’s the matter?” asked Raman. “A man resembling you was knocked down by a cart in the market,” they said,“We thought it was you and came to inform your wife.” “Was he of my height?” asked Raman .
“Yes,” said the men. “Did he have a beard like me?” “Yes!”
“What was the colour of his shirt?” “Pink.” “Pink!” shouted Raman, in relief. “Then it was not me. I don’t have a pink shirt. There are so many colourful shirts in my cupboard. But there is no shirt which is pink in colour. So, I am here in front of you, safe and sound. Please return to your respective homes.”
