The same piercing eyes, the same toothy smile. The same fringe of hair falling on the same forehead. The old shopkeeper stood no chance. Seven-year-old Farhat bought a few toffees from his village shop, promising to pay later. The old man agreed, little knowing what was to come. Farhat had an identical twin, Nighat, and every time he바카라d spot either of the two and ask for money, they바카라d say it was the other sister: 바카라It was her, not me.바카라 At last, the thoroughly harassed man approached their mother. That was in 2003, in Allahabad바카라s Umri village.