Anoop Judge
Author · Writing Instructor · Former T.V. Host

I’m traveling to Los Angeles for the holidays to visit my sister-in-law and her husband, and I’m genuinely looking forward to it. We have one of those easy relationships—full of affection, shared jokes about our kids, the comfort of not having to perform. It’s not something I take for granted. In our culture, that counts as a small miracle.

Because for many of us—especially those raised in Indian families or married into them—the phrase in-law visit doesn’t conjure mistletoe or matching pajamas. It conjures strategy. Seating charts. Timing phone calls. The quiet mental rehearsal of what not to say.

In Indian families, relationships don’t arrive casually; they arrive fully formed, carrying lineage, expectation, and a long memory you weren’t present for but are somehow responsible for honoring—like the insistence that halwa must only ever be made in silver bowls because that is how it has always been done, even if no one can quite remember who decided it or why. You didn’t just marry a person—you married a family, a history, and often an opinion about how things ought to be done. Food. Child-rearing. Work. Marriage itself.

With our own families, there’s room to be messy. You can snap at your brother, roll your eyes at your mother, resurrect a fight from 1997—and still belong. Blood gives you permission. In-law relationships, especially in Indian households, are more delicate. Respect is assumed, hierarchy is baked in, and disagreement—however polite—can feel like a small rebellion.

The goal, then, isn’t intimacy. It’s harmony. You don’t have to be best friends with your in-laws. You don’t even have to fully understand them. What you need is a working rhythm: courtesy, restraint, and the ability to share a meal without anyone storming off dramatically or sulking for the rest of the week.

If the thought of an in-law visit tightens something in your chest, it helps to arrive prepared. Think ahead about the familiar pressure points. The aunt who comments on weight. The uncle who asks intrusive questions about money, and what your daughter’s take-home salary is. The mother-in-law who believes parenting peaked sometime in the 1980s—when babies were raised on gripe water and mustard oil massages, cried themselves to sleep, and no one consulted books, pediatricians, or therapists before deciding what was best.

Decide, in advance, what you will engage with—and what you will let float past you like background noise. Prepare a few neutral phrases, polished and inoffensive, the verbal equivalent of a nod and a smile. (“Hmm, maybe.” “We’re figuring it out.” “Things are a bit different now.”) In Indian families, survival often depends on knowing when to speak—and when to let silence do the work.

Above all, stay aligned with your partner. In Indian households, it’s easy for one person—usually the one who married in—to become the lightning rod. A united front matters. Even quiet solidarity matters. Especially quiet solidarity.

It can also help to acknowledge your in-laws before the visit—not with grand gestures, just a small reaching out. A phone call. A question about plans. An offer to bring something. In Indian culture, these gestures carry weight; they signal respect, intention, and goodwill long before the first chai is poured.

Once you’re all together, look for ways to widen the circle rather than tighten it. Indian families run on shared stories—who said what at whose wedding, which cousin disgraced themselves where, which recipe has been passed down and altered beyond recognition. If you’re on the inside, make space. Translate the shorthand. Explain the context. Don’t let someone who’s new to the family feel like they’re hovering at the edge of a conversation they were never meant to enter.

And then, of course, there’s self-preservation. You can’t control other people, but you can manage your own thresholds. If alcohol makes you sharper than you’d like, drink less. Step away when needed. Offer to run an errand. Take a walk. Pretend to yawn and volunteer to nap. In Indian households, disappearing briefly is often easier than confronting anything directly.

Decide, in advance, what you will engage with—and what you will let float past you like background noise. Prepare a few neutral phrases, polished and inoffensive, the verbal equivalent of a nod and a smile. (“Hmm, maybe.” “We’re figuring it out.” “Things are a bit different now.”) In Indian families, survival often depends on knowing when to speak—and when to let silence do the work.

If you need to vent, do it quietly—to a friend, a sibling, a group chat with your card buddies who understand the nuances of tone and subtext. Sometimes you don’t need solutions. You just need someone to say, Yes, that would have annoyed me too.

One of my favorite coping strategies comes from a friend who announces, every holiday, that she’s an early sleeper. She retreats immediately after dinner. The truth? She’s wide awake for hours, scrolling in bed, enjoying the silence. No one questions it. In Indian families, rest framed as virtue is rarely challenged.

Getting through an in-law visit isn’t about resolving decades of conditioning or dismantling hierarchy. Sometimes it’s simply about grace—yours and theirs. About choosing peace over being right. About knowing when to engage, when to retreat, and when to laugh privately later.

And if you’re lucky—truly lucky—you may even find yourself looking forward to the visit.

CRAFT CORNER
WRITING TIP
If our prose is to be vigorous as well as vivid, if your characters are to “come to life,” you must make use of the active voice.

The active voice occurs when the subject of a sentence performs the action described by the verb of that sentence. She spilled the milk. When the passive voice is used, the object of the active verb becomes the subject of the passive verb: The milk was spilled by her. The subject is acted upon, rather than acting, and the effect is to weaken the prose and to distance the reader from the action. (Janet Burroway)

WRITING PROMPT
Write the first sentence of a feature profile of you in a men’s fashion magazine.

Write the first sentence of a feature profile of you in a business magazine.

Write the first sentence of your obituary.

Anoop Judge is a blogger and an author, who’s lived in the San Francisco-Bay Area for her entire adult life. As an Indian-American writer, her goal is to discuss the diaspora of Indian people in the context of twenty-first century America.