If October 1st was International Day of Older Persons, by the end of the month, I learnt what it was like to really be an older person. I also learnt what it was like to work single-handedly.

Over the past month, my blogging has come down to less than a fourth of my regular posts. I have not only written fewer posts but have also cut down my reading. And commenting or replying to comments was out of the question.

This is largely due to the fact that I am now forced to work single-handedly.

Despite noticing my salt and pepper hair getting saltier and less peppery, I never really considered myself as getting older.

Even though I earned ½ percent more interest on my Fixed Deposit as a senior citizen, I never considered myself old.

And travelling on half fare as a Senior Citizen on a railway train didn’t make me feel older either. Especially, since I could haul my own baggage and get on to the train without any assistance.

Similarly, October was a month that taught me the real meaning of being single-handed.

Now, what was it that changed my attitude and perception?

Follow me over the next few posts as I share my experiences of learning to cope with life single-handedly.

Till then,

Ciao