Act 1: When construction finally ended in our new house, my father's expression was one of unbound pride. A house of one's own, he'd call it. And true to its nature, a house of ourselves it remained for a decade. Early on when the house was still being constructed, my father would sometimes bring me to see. I would spend hours there, my father busy in discussions with the contractor, while I stood and watched the workers mix cement. The cement is what holds a house together, my father taught me. The brand: Ultratech.
Act 2: As a young engineer at my first job, I was heading the project for construction of a mid-day meal centre for children of the locality. First came the foundation, then slowly but steadily, the walls rose up. I remembered what my father had taught me, so I ensured the one holding the building together, was of the best quality. When the building was finally completed, and the children started arriving for school again, I knew they were under the same roof that I had once been in, in a building held together with the promise of safety and quality. I knew they were now a part of one of the largest families in the country: the Ultratech family.
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