this was my friend's ancestral home. it had been lost to the familybut the owners were very kind and happy to show it to us when we told them we were relatives of the original owners. it looked like it would be a beautiful town to live in, but they were surrounded by lemon grass and the lady had developed a horrible allergic reaction to it, so there was something new for me to look out for in choosing a permanent home for myself. i was intrigued with the tongas, i hadnt seen any in bhopal, and the town was totally enchanting, but i learned that it was filled with lemon grass, which produced a horrible allergy in the lady who, as cousin sister of my friend, was the last family member to live in it. she was a widow, living in another house nearby and we visited her as well. at her house i first had roti made of some other kind of flour which i forget the name of, both english and hindi, but the whole meal was memorable.