A conversation between two friends
It was a slow, balmy afternoon, and the community park was its usual peaceful self. On the same bench as every Tuesday, sat two long-time friends - Mr. Inder and Mr. Ramesh - both retired, both comfortably grey, and both unusually curious about financial trends.
“Ramesh,” Inder began, “have you heard
of this thing called a reverse mortgage?”
Ramesh looked up from his newspaper,
amused. “Of course. That’s where the bank pays you instead of the other
way around. Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it?”
Inder chuckled. “That’s what I thought
too. I mean, imagine - you’ve worked your whole life, bought a house, and now
they say the house can pay you back.”
“Yes,” Ramesh nodded. “The concept is
simple. If you own your home - no loans, no EMIs - the bank gives you money
either as a lump sum, monthly payments, or a credit line. But it’s not charity.
It’s a loan - and the interest keeps piling up silently in the background.”
“Exactly,” Inder said, leaning in.
“And the interest is not paid every month. It just gets added to the
loan balance, which keeps growing. The longer you live, the more you owe. When
you pass away or move out permanently, the house is sold to repay the loan.
Whatever’s left, if anything, goes to your heirs.”
Ramesh sighed. “That’s where I get
uncomfortable. Our generation values leaving something behind. This scheme
slowly eats into the value of your biggest asset. You live in your home, yes,
but by the end, there’s not much left for your children.”
“True,” Inder agreed. “And don’t
forget the hefty costs. High upfront processing fees, insurance, servicing
charges... it’s not as light as it sounds. And the worst part? Even with this
setup, you still have to keep paying property taxes and maintain the home. Miss
any of that, and the bank can foreclose.”
“That’s the irony, isn’t it?” Ramesh
mused. “They tell you it’s a way to secure your old age. But you miss a tax
payment or skip the paint job, and boom - you risk losing the very roof over
your head.”
Inder gave a small laugh. “What’s
funnier? The scheme has been around for years, but barely anyone takes it.
Banks are reluctant to promote it. People don’t fully trust it. It just… floats
around like an unused tool in the attic.”
“Maybe it’s because it goes against
what we were taught,” Ramesh replied thoughtfully. “We were raised to own our
homes, not mortgage them in our final years.”
They sat in silence for a moment,
watching a young couple push a stroller down the path.
“Still,” Inder said, breaking the
quiet, “for someone with no savings, no family, and a house - this could be a
lifeline.”
“Yes,” Ramesh agreed, “but for most of
us, it’s a last resort, not a go-to plan.”
They nodded in unison, old men at
peace with their choices, content to let their homes remain what they had
always been - places of shelter, not silent lenders.
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