"Buji, the guests came!" Ivaan announced,my four-year-old nephew.I turned, meeting his wide, doe-eyed gaze. He was a miniature version of bhai, with the same mop of dark hair and the same mischievous glint in his eyes. I patted my lap, beckoning him closer. He came running, a whirlwind of energy, and settled on my lap, his small body nestled against mine.