I married at thirty, with nothing to my name. My wife’s family wasn’t particularly wealthy either; his father, the elder Mr. Sharma, was about 70, a frail, quiet, retired military man. Family vacation packages

Shortly after our wedding, he moved in with my wife and me and stayed with us for the rest of our lives. For twenty years, they didn’t pay a single rupee for electricity, water, food, or medicine. They didn’t care for their grandchildren, didn’t cook, and didn’t clean. Some even called him “the biggest freeloader.”

I was often irritated, but then I thought, “He’s an old man, my father-in-law; if I complain, who will take care of them?” But honestly, I often harbored resentment. Sometimes I’d come home from work, tired, open the empty fridge, and see them calmly drinking their tea as if it didn’t concern them.

One day he left and I thought it was over.