Affection overdose

“Catch you for breakfast,” said dear friend Rakesh.
I picked up the phone to inform him that I am waiting near a shop, when a shopkeeper-friend passed by.
“Hi Rakesh,” I said on the phone, when the shopkeeper asked me, “Suganthanne?” (How are you?)
I flashed a smile, took off the cell, and told the guy, “Ya thanks,” and returned to Rakesh, “Boss, I am near...”
“Family sugantanne?” (How’s family?)” continued the shopkeeper.
Again I took off the cell, “Fine thanks,” and shifted to Rakesh, “Buddy, I am near Kitcherama shop..,” when the third question followed.
“You still stay in the same building?”
Oof. I cut the line. Hugged the guy and told him, “I am fine, family fine, I am staying in this same building. How are you?
“All well,” he zoomed off in his bicycle.
Talking of affection, I remembered another guy whom I met in Chennai last week. “Hiiiii, so longgg since we met,” he gave me a hug. Fine, but this hug lasted for minutes! I had to violently wriggle out. Then he was holding my hand. Had to struggle to release my hand from his tight grip.
Some affectionate people overdo things, it seems.