The other day, I ran into the senior most resident of the village I have moved into, in Goa. Mr Salgaonkar is 94 and spent the better part of his life working as a roof repairman. Here in Goa, most houses have sloping roofs covered with terracotta tiles which weather the heavy monsoon rains well, but are often damaged by falling tree branches and jumping monkeys and often have to be replaced. Mr. Salgaonkar was the village ’tiler’ for more than half a century, until he took a fall from the rooftops of one of the larger houses and broke several bones. He was bedridden for nearly an year during which the villagers used to religiously carry him down to the river bank once a day, just as the tide was coming in and let him soak in the incoming sea water. The cure obviously worked, for 25 years later he still rides his bicycle through the village and stops every evening at the village bar for his sundowner shot of Whiskey. A simple man, he lives with his son and donates generously to the village charities and temple.