An old man visits the college he attended in his youth. He knocks on the door of room number three in the hostel.

Old Man: “May I come in? I lived in this very room forty years ago when I studied here.”

A young man opens the door and lets him inside.

The old man looks around, smiling with nostalgia.

Old Man: “The same old room, the same wooden table, the same ventilator, the same window facing the garden, and even the same old bed.”

As he examines the bed, he notices a young woman underneath it.

The young man panics.

Young Man: “Don’t misunderstand me! She’s my sister. She dropped her earring and is looking for it.”

Old Man: “Yes… the same old story too.”