"Ah! This back is killing me, I wish I could get one of your legendary massages." said Deepa.

Deepa was the 25 year old cousin of my wife. It was almost an annual ritual for three cousins to spend a few days at a resort along with spouses and kids. We usually did that more than once a year. This time around, it was planned to make a vacation out of a common wedding which all the three had to attend. Today was our first day here, and after a very relaxing breakfast the kids were busy playing at the play area, and the others were back at the rooms. Me and Deepa were the last ones at our table, I wanted to sip my coffee peacefully, and I guess she wanted to eat what was left on her plate with none of the kids shouting their lungs out.