They're an odd couple: she an upper-crust Brit who wears the family insignia on a gold ring on her little finger, of an age (65) when her five children and grandchildren in the UK expect her to "sit at home knitting"; he, at least 12 years younger, a taxi-driver who knows just enough English to ply foreign tourists, more
at home on a charpoy in his homestead among the buffaloes and mustard fields of his village Mandwa in Haryana than the farmhouse parties he now frequents. But 13 years after Jill Lowe, still reeling from a busted marriage and fortune, met Lal Singh Yadav at Delhi airport, they love each other "too much". So much that Jill has just published their 13-year romance, Yadav: a roadside love story (Penguin India). So much that if only they could make a go of their Delhi day tours, she'd stop even her summer trips to London, where she works as a tour guide.