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The Short Form


Marie Munkara


A wayward and much indulged child, Chunti-khor had an uncanny resemblance to his Urdu namesake, the aardvark, with a long tapering beak of a nose and a flickering tongue that would dart in and out rapidly when he was vexed. Why Lakshmi had settled on that name was beyond anyone’s comprehension, except Lakshmi, of course, who had always had a particular fondness for the odd creatures, and was known by all who knew her as a bit strange. It was unfortunate that his aged and ailing father had died and gone to where all good Hindus go when Chunti-khor was a three-month-old foetus in Lakshmi’s womb, as his choice of name for his only child would, without a doubt, have been a more dignified one.