My wife and I are on a month's visit to  our daughter's home in Bengaluru.  She lives in a well planned and quiet condominium full of greenery  further enhanced by rose and many other flower  plants and a kitchen garden around the house thanks to my son-in- law's green finger and 

 interest in gardening. 

 My daughter is a great cook and laid out special and tasty items in the meals. The already agreeable Bengaluru weather too suddenly became cooler  adding  to our  comfort. 

During our previous visits to Bengaluru we were quite mobile visiting our other friends and relations , fine dining and shopping. This time however we did not stir out at all with my wife's worsening arthritis and  unstable walking due to ageing. However the monotony was not long  thanks to the  celebration of a family event during our stay  with many friends and relations attending.

However deep down our hearts there was the signal that Bengaluru is not our HOME. This thought is like what my wife told me wife told me once.  She said that while she would go eagerly to her parents' home for a longer stay,   she would soon cut short her stay and  decide to return to HER HOME  !  

So, we are leaving here in  two days  for "amcha ghar" in Mumbai.!