Present age of Saksham is one third of his father's present age. 5 years ago Saksham's father's age was half the age of Saksham's grandfather. If Saksham's grandfather will celebrate his 88th birthday after 3 years, then what is the present age (in y ?->(Show Answer!)

1. Present age of Saksham is one third of his father's present age. 5 years ago Saksham's father's age was half the age of Saksham's grandfather. If Saksham's grandfather will celebrate his 88th birthday after 3 years, then what is the present age (in years) of Saksham?

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