The surreal joy we get when we ring people's doorbells and fly down the stairs as if Satan's chasing us never dies out. My friend and I found that out today as our memories of doing the exact same thing a few years ago flashed right back the minute we saw those twin buildings. Not only did we trick the watchman into believing that a certain Mr. Arvind lived in the building but also got this scapegoat's door number from him! Well, I don't want to mention all the giggling that ensued. Ooops! I guess I'm just a 12 year old girl, with two pigtails in bright red ribbons, inside!
