i was honoured to be able to bumped into Coni's ( landlord) father last week. A 75 year old man from Switzerland, entering his 8th year of retirement, with his very first time travelling to Asia; who started his journey from the north and all the way down to south India.
First impression: a very happy-go-lucky man; its written all over his face despite all those wrinkles curved in deeply into his skin. We exhanged few conversations, the way his eyes brightened up whenever he told me about his travelling days, the things he likes to do--- full of enthusiasm. Skiing, trekking and mountain climbing just to name a few.
One evening in my room, i heard the sound of the ping pong ball and cheers coming from the hall. Coni and his dad were having their private ping-pong tournament--- which lasted for two days. " he is definitely not 75" i thought; sharp vision with the agility of his movements, comparable to any young chap.
probably this is what we always say as " young at heart". Age is nothing, but a mental barrier.
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