I find all the Bengali grooms after their marriage are gifted with special attention and affection of their mother-in-laws. Even those who divorce their first wife and marry again get the love and affection of the new mother-in-law. Unfortunately I didn't have a mother-in-law as my wife had lost her mother when she was a toddler.
In Kolkata I envied those married men who during the festival of 'Jamai Shoshthi' used to get dressed in their ritualistic and costly 'dhoti-kurta' to pay a visit to his mother-in-law's house for a special lunch after having been gifted with items the groom loved to acquire. In some cases they were gifted with suits, ties, gold chains and various gadgets. During the lunch the mother-in-law literally is a Lady-in-Attendance to the groom/s.
On the day of 'Jamai-Shoshthi' I used to come accross several mother-in-laws in the market place jostling with other mother-in-laws for purchasing the best Bengali sweets, fruits, vegetables, fishes and mutton. The ladies prepared for the festival quite early as they also had their say in what item the groom should be bestowed with as well as what he should be fed. It is the best of summer season and the market gets flooded with tropical fruits.
The groom gets mother-in-law's love and affection in other seasons as well--- and even after the groom has started colouring his hair to look young.
My wife did have her foster parents. But they obviously invited their own son-in-laws for the occassions every year. I thought that atleast once in my lifetime I'll get a call from them during the coveted festival. Sadly, I didn't have a real mother-in-law. But my dead mother-in-law must have had a premonition in her heavenly abode.
Though once,I got the same respect, love and affection from the daughter-in-law of my wife's deceased foster father when she came with an invitation to visit them in her atomic scientist husband's big bangalow away from the hustle and bustle from Mumbai. She drove the car. It was my wife's birthday and she quickly arranged for a big cake. She gave us a treat far more endearing and memorable than any 'Jamai-Shoshthi'. Those few days at her residence are unforgettable. Her name is Sheroo and we named her garden-bungalow The Sheroowood Forest. As a farewell gift she gave us a basket-full of two-kilo-weighing mangoes from her garden.
When I talked about this soothing experience to some of my wife's relatives, they stunned us by commenting that 'Sheroo gives such treats only to outsiders'. Well, the Bengali literary world do call me 'The Outsider'. And I relish it.