I could see it coming. I tried to inch backwards. Ensuring that I stayed away from the range. Away from the large circle of personal space that she seemed to create with her expansive arms and chubby form.
She dealt one by one with the entire gang of relatives in precise and predictable method. I continued my backward progress trying to go towards the other side of the car on some pretext.
I could see her getting into the taxi. Just when I thought I had escaped and I turned to wave at her, she looked at me, paused mid-sentence and with a look of certain-uncertainty asked- ‘Did I kiss you”.
I could have grabbed the chance and said –‘yes, you did.’
I shook my head in negative, smiled brightly, and walked towards her with pretended alacrity.
I surfaced after a massive hug, brush of lips and blasts of nose breath on both my cheeks.
(The husband glared as I had struggled to pull away after cheek 1 itself.)