“What would you have, uncle and aunty?”, asked a young boy wearing a turban and dressed in a yellow Kurti on white pants. Raftaar and Ishitha took the last seats in the Daaba as soon as they walked in. “Aunty!”, exclaimed Ishitha as Raftaar too exclaimed,” Uncle!”, in chorus. “Arey! We are young. Bhai bhabhi bulao(address us as your elder brother and elder brother's wife)”, corrected Raftaar. The waiter smiled and nodded. While he apologized, Ishitha shrugged at Raftaar. “Why bhabhi?”, she argued. Raftaar shrank his eyes and caught his ears as Ishitha was engrossed in raising her eyebrows. “Naughty