Some months back, this year, I was walking through the
Central Park in New York.
I saw an intelligent looking little boy playing all by
himself on the grass. I decided to talk to him and just as an excuse to start
the conversation I asked him his age. A mischievous glint flickered in his eyes
and he replied. ‘Two days back I was ten years old, and next year I shall be
thirteen. If you know what’s today you’ll be able to figure out my birthday and
that’ll give you my age. I looked at him bewildered.
How old was the boy?
Answer: The date on which I met the boy was 1st
January 1977. And the boy’s birthday was on 31st December, 1965. The
boy was 11 years old on the day I met him.
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