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The day he was born, Chikku, the wrinkled little thing was swaddled in soft blue towels and was handed to his father. His father took the baby in his arms, pride flowing through every tired line in his face, his spectacles gleaming with his joy, and said, “Oh, my.” That is all. No more and no less. You see, if Chikku’s ears seem big and awkward now, imagine what they would have looked liked then. They looked like two imp ears accidentally misplaced onto an enlarged raisin. Let’s be honest, Chikku was not the cutest little cherub to have a bumpy landing on earth. Chikku’s father stared long and hard into the squashed face before him. He cleared his throat hesitantly, “are you sure this is the right one?” he asked.