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QuickBite: An idea!

Catering Services for Senior-Citizens and as Aid to Caregivers

Our grandmas and grandpas are growing old. As time is withering away, so is their health. However, they say that the life of a human being is symmetrical.  It starts with baby steps of discoveries, and it ends with a different share of discoveries. In their late sixties, seventies and eighties, senior-citizens are busy reliving life and rediscovering lost passions. It's as beautiful an age as childhood. But is it as seamless as childhood?
  Of course, it isn't. Senior-citizens have to overcome a lot of health issues such as diabeties or cholestrol and may find it difficult to hear and see with age. They may need hearing-aids, teeth-implants and other such commodities. The new generation brings trends that are difficult for them to buy and they struggle to keep up with the times.
    But will the times struggle to keep up with them? Certainly not. With the 'QuickBite' Catering Service for Senior Citizens, they can order just the food that they would like- soft, easy to chew, garlic-free and onion-free, with less spice, extra care taken for cholestrol and diabetic patients, and with every other tending to their special needs. What's more, caregivers, if worried about the food their parents will eat when they themselves are out of town, do not need to fear.
  QuickBite is here!

QuickBite provides the following services:
1. Mobile app: It's a simple app that works on all Android phones.  Images are displayed in the menu, and the customer has only to click one and confirm with the green button.
2. QuickPing: Senior-citizens may not own a SmartPhone. No worries! They will be sent a message on their regular phones on avail of QuickBite on the various menus - Jain, South-Indian, Maharashtrian, Gujarati,etc. If they are flamboyant in their taste, they can try combos. They will only have to click certain numbers and message back to QuickBite on the same number. 
3. Extras: The first delivery includes a bib,  a napkin and an apron, with an identity number on them!

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