“Let’s see how many ways I can carry my chhoti si gudiya,” Nandini said with a mischievous grin.Before I could respond, she shifted me effortlessly over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. My body bounced gently against her tall, broad frame as she laughed and walked around, pretending to parade me.“Too light! You feel like my dupatta,” she teased. “I bet I can carry you while doing squats!”And she did—slow, deliberate squats while keeping me perched on her shoulder. I let out a helpless laugh, hanging on as she grinned.Then she flipped me down again into her arms and transitioned