The Telsao Adventure

By Kundavi Sandrasegaran

Telsao Adventure revolves around the mysterious happenings in the seaside village of Telsao, Goa. Join Rani Muthu, who is staying at her grandma’s place for vacation in Telsao, and her four friends while they uncover the secrets of a haunted church and the missing antiques from the Portuguese houses.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Notion Press
• Release date: Jan 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9789352066100

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THE

TELSAO

ADVENTURE

KUNDAVI SANDRASEGARAN

Notion Press

Old No. 38, New No. 6

McNichols Road, Chetpet

Chennai - 600 031

First Published by Notion Press 2016

Copyright © Kundavi Sandrasegaran 2016

All Rights Reserved.

ISBN 978-93-5206-610-0

This book has been published in good faith that the work of the author is original. All efforts have been taken to make the material error-free. However, the author and the publisher disclaim the responsibility.

No part of this book may be used, reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Contents

Title

Copyright

1. Man Crawling Under Siding Doors

2. Preliminary Investigation

3. Peter’s Visit

4. Red Bundle

5. Family Time

6. At The Theatre

7. Nightmare

8. The Haunted Church

9. Setting the Trap

10. Grandmother’s Pearls

11. The Party

12. Mystery Solved

13. Till Next Summer, Grandmother

1

Man Crawling Under Siding Doors

"G randma, I saw a man crawling under the closed gates of the railway siding!’’ I stretched out a packet of my grandmother’s favourite savouries -‘ribbon pakoda’ from my mother. ‘’The train was moving quite slowly as we passed the siding. I saw clearly. Who could it have been, grandma?’’

Must have been stationmaster Pedro’s madcap nephew, Albert.’’ Grandmother helped me put away my clothes and said, Albert is harmless, don’t make him into a villain you need to follow about all the time you’re going to be here, ok?’’ She had seen the pile of Nancy Drews I pulled out of my bag. "Come, let’s have tea. It’s our magical time of the day.’’ I followed her with the tray of tea and cream biscuits. We dipped our biscuits in tea sitting on my grandmother’s backyard, watching the orange sun dip into the Arabian Sea.

"I remember one sunset you were here, you were barely two then. You wailed away that the sun had got drowned!’’ Yes, this tea with the setting sun was our special time, no doubt!

I’ll run across to Cleta’s house for just a while, grandma. I threw the words over my shoulder and ran across the railway tracks filling my lungs with the sea breeze, to the call of a couple of seagulls begging the waves to throw up one last fish before they fly home.

Cleta Diaz’s big colonial Portuguese house