Their Blessings

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When I sit in my room watching and enjoying torrential downpour outside through my window,when I come back home extremely tired after working hard for hours on a hot summer noon and when at a cold winter night lying on my bed I cover myself with a warm blanket,I remember my father and grandfather. It was my grandfather who had migrated here from north India and began a small business to make both ends meet.Later on my father was born here.He started another business.Both father and son lived a very simple life to save money.For years they went on saving their hard earned money and then with his own earnings and my grandfather's savings my father got a house built here. Now we live in that house.We now don't have to live in a rented house. While typing these words if I am now enjoying rain outside,it's the blessings from my grandfather and my father.