http://syaden.net/?giniefr=site-de-rencontre-belge-20-ans&47e=8f There were at least thirty or forty of the fifty-seven cousins, in Uncle Chandy’s house in Kodukulanji, when we came on holiday. Almost like a summer camp.
http://tennisclubpaimpol.fr/bisese/5094 Uncle Chandy’s sprawling home, had beams made of teak and skirted a courtyard that looked out to the green, velvet paddy fields that stretched out beyond the house. Outside the gate of the courtyard, there was a huge fishpond that reflected the sunlight, as fish darted in and out of the water hyacinths, that floated in the water. Technically, it was out of bounds to the kids. In reality everything happened around the fishpond.
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es peligroso conocer gente por internet Jaya, the ringleader was a tomboy and I was her adoring ally, in every prank and escapade. As a gang, we got into trouble, almost every other day. It made no difference, if we had watertight alibis, miles away from the scene of the crime. We were always hauled up first.
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http://www.imagesense.com.au/?fenfis=rencontre-homme-72&409=36 Jaya studied him suspiciously from a distance and decided that the old man wore dentures. When she shared her discovery with us, Baboo pooh-poohed it and said that the dentures belonged to Old Man Santhosham, as they were a dull yellow and had probably aged with him.
http://www.topcanon.fr/figase/opie/4123 Dentures are usually white ….he pronounced in a superior voice. A heated argument followed and it was decided that we would check his room at night, after he went to sleep, to see if the dentures lived in his mouth or in a glass of water by his bedside.
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We must have overslept, because the next thing I knew, we were woken up unceremoniously and summoned to explain. Baboo and Reggie were getting the third degree when we arrived at the court martial.
The old man from Singapore lost his dentures in the night…. they said.
The toothless wonder was wandering around, clicking his edentulous jaws, looking for his teeth. It is so pathetic …..they said.
They grilled us. They threatened us. They even waved the Vadi at us.
The Vadi is a shaven twig that was used to cane miscreants. These are lethal, hurt and leave welts. Predictably, these Vadis had a short shelf life. They either broke in use, or they disappeared, when they were replaced by a constant supply of tender twigs from a tree in the garden . The Vadi, instilled undiluted terror. It made a menacing swoosh when it was brandished in air and the truth would come tumbling out, most of the time.
We feigned surprise , we lied through our back teeth, we denied everything and we fled. No one believed us of course. Eventually, the dentures were found behind the sofa and returned to an extremely grateful Old Man Santosham.