Small Story 337.

Small Story 337 Sandeep’s Gratitude – Vittal's Unexpected Blessing Padma was anxiously waiting for her husband Vittal. After finishing his evening walk, Vittal returned to their modest flat — just 750 square feet, but sufficient for the two of them. They had no children of their own, but they were content, often attending friends’ family functions and blessing other children with genuine affection. After retiring from a private company with a modest settlement, Vittal managed to live happily on the meagre bank interest, while Padma supported their monthly expenses by offering maths tuition. The flat they lived in was owned by a close friend, given to them at a very reasonable rent for ten years post-retirement. As Vittal settled into his chair, Padma served him snacks and quietly mentioned, "Your friend is planning to move to New Zealand to live with his son. He intends to sell this flat within a month." Vittal paused, absorbed the news, and simply said, “God will help us find another home with similar rent.” They had weathered many storms together with faith and humility. A few days later, while reading the newspaper, the doorbell rang. Vittal opened the door to find a young man in his mid-twenties standing there with a warm smile. “Uncle, do you recognize me? I’m Sandeep, son of your friend Swamy,” he said. Vittal was surprised and delighted to see how grown and confident Sandeep had become. Padma welcomed him in and served snacks as he handed over a large box filled with sweets and dry fruits. “Uncle,” Sandeep began, “fifteen years ago, my father told me how you selflessly helped him get a bank loan of three lakhs when he was struggling. Later, when he fell ill and couldn’t repay, you quietly cleared the loan yourself — without ever mentioning it to anyone.” Vittal nodded, moved but still humble. Sandeep continued, “Thanks to that support, my father's business flourished and now has many branches. Before his passing, he told me to always remember and repay your kindness. I’ve recently settled in the U.S., and yesterday, I bought this house — from your landlord, who is actually my friend’s father — and transferred the ownership to your name.” Vittal and Padma were speechless. Tears welled up in their eyes. Padma could barely whisper, “We didn’t expect such gratitude…” Sandeep gently said, “You both should live peacefully in this home for the rest of your days, just like my parents wished to.” After Sandeep left, Vittal lit a small lamp before the family deity — whose name he bore — and offered silent prayers of gratitude for this unexpected, divine blessing. K.Ragavan 14-8-25