These days, India is well off. My aunt lives in an apartment that could easily fit right into San Francisco; I'd be happy to live right here.
When we were kids, getting water into my grandparent's and aunt's home was an *adventure*. The water would only be on a few hours per day, so they would fill up buckets. No one would dare drink that water without some serious boiling first. Standing showers were out of the question.... Baths involved a small stool and a bucket.
Although her new place is beautiful, the old was her home, and she only finally left it a few years back, when the water situation deteriorated even further (newer apartments have their own water tanks that work pretty well). Her family still owns the old place, though it sits empty, unusable.
I wanted to go back, and my aunt happily gave us a tour.
It was as I remembered it, but empty, and eerily quiet.