Yesterday for the first time ever, my son and daughter in love insisted that one of them accompany me when I was going out of our home. I was going to the hospital for my booster dose vaccination. I was a bit annoyed as I had been making small forays outside near my home alone albeit with some difficulty and felt that I could have gone alone and got the work done.
Reality hit me soon enough as walking up to the auto rickshaw stand about a hundred meters away, and getting into one, was quite tasking. At the hospital, navigating the approach steps and the parking lot before the vaccination centre were also equally challenging and I was very happy to have had Ranjan, my son, escorting me as I would have most certainly had a fall or had some other mishap otherwise.
It will be time soon enough for a walker instead of a walking stick or elbow crutches for me. Here too, Manjiree and Ranjan have thoughtfully already bought a foldable walker and kept it in my bedroom.
I am today older and wiser and realise that I have become the proverbial old dodderer. I am also very grateful that I have help at home, a luxury that almost all of my family and friends of my age do not.