When I turned 36, neighbors used to murmur At that age and still without a wife? He’ll be a bachelor forever!”
When I turned thirty-six, the neighbors used to whisper, “At his age and still single? Guess he’s gonna di:e alone.” It wasn’t that I’d never dated — I had. But somehow, things never seemed to work out. Over time, I grew used to solitude, spending my days tending a small backyard garden, raising a…
