It starts with your mornings…
When you are in your teens and twenties, its all about lotions and potions.
Then, somewhere in your thirties you figure that you must have soaked almonds every morning. So there is one little bowl that makes its appearance on the kitchen platform–on the evenings you remember to soak them. And then of course, simultaneously you start warm water with lemon and a dash for honey. These two things before morning coffee become the routine.
But then the 40s and the 50s happen.
And you slowly add:
- Maybe methi seeds
- Maybe garlic
- Maybe wheatgrass powder
- Maybe chia or sabza seeds
- Maybe karela juice
- Maybe ghia juice
- Maybe moringa powder
Till your kitchen platform groans under the weight of all the little bowls of assorted items soaked every night.
And you set your alarm earlier and earlier, so you take each of these (which is supposed to be taken on an empty stomach), with at least 15 minute intervals.
And then you re-do your lighting..
Lighting in the house of course had to be yellow. How show-roomish and horrible were white tubes! A complete no-no.
And then comes a time, when room by room, socket by socket, you retro-fit with white tubes of the highest wattage you can get. Till only the drawing room and the dining room are left with their soft, subtle yellow lights.
And even then, you give up reading the comics page in the papers because you can’t make out the words for the smudges.
And when someone speaks of Graphic Novels, you quietly go and Google what on earth that is. And then, when you read rave reviews of one, debate within yourself if you should attempt to read it, and not fully convinced, still procure a copy. To find that even under the newly-installed white lights, you have to read the 374-page novel with a magnifying glass. (I did it! The novel was ‘Persepolis’ by Marjane Satrapi. Well worth it, but I don’t think I can read another one unless they come out with a large-print edition!)
And then your exercise routines and paraphernalia change…
From worrying about the best cross-trainer and home gym equipment, you are looking for the best knee-braces and neck-collars.
And you set up a hunt for your grandkid’s discarded Montessori toys which helped them develop fine-motor skills at two years old, to keep your arthritic fingers limber at 60 years old.
When you start up an elaborate yoga and stretching routine—only to find that the asanas recommended for your weak knees, are contra-indicated for your cervical spondylosis.
And your routine adds on more and more exercises for newly emerging stiff joints and aches and pains, till it seems to take up almost half the day!
And you sadly realize
That from lotions and potions
It is now all about decoctions and concoctions.
And though you may have avoided Morning Sickness
There is no way you can avoid Morning Stiffness.
Such is the Senior Life!