Picture this: My mum; 69, widowed, fit as a fiddle, has never been to Asia. She has waved her daughters off dozens of times over the past twenty years as they embarked on journeys to places that she would probably be somewhat shaky about locating on a map.
She says that one place that she would like to go to India. She has a rickshaw driver's bell that I brought home from Kolkata ten years ago hanging over our oven.
And now it's her time!
She has agreed to go to India with me, her youngest…

