We are Shiv Pratap Singh and Devi Grassini Singh. Made for each other--We just ranted about. In the home front-we meant. But when a couple of years back we jumped into this business those around us quipped 'you people are made for the hospitality thing as well the perfect pair to sell smiles and cheers around.' Just pulling our legs we thought. But gradually it dawned on us. Really we are doing it fine! Her perfect Italian(-Shiv say though born and brought up in India she is 100 percent Italian and speak that Language well with as much ease as she speak Hindi and English. Not only of Languages she is conversant with the nuances of both Indian and Italian cultures as wellhe adds) and His never fading impish grin(-Devi say) people read tourists flocked around us. Right away they trusted us to run their Indian-front. Their Air Tickets hotel reservations chaperoning them around a little amusement here a crackling bonfire there selecting their cuisine.. they even volunteered to sacrifice their own choices. 'You guys know better you do!' they mused. We grew faster.From the little nook of a city mellowed by the overwelhming scent of burnt camphor and oil our sphere of action bloated outward. Peterson the french guy leaned back on a wooden recliner enjoying an ayurvedic 'Pizhichil' in a remote Kerala village punches in Shiv's number to grab an update on the atmosphere at Mamallapuram his next destination. Rachel the scottish girl sun-tanning on a Margao beach pages out Devi to get the exact starting date of her Yoga Lesson session in Rishikesh. We are connecting people. We are showing the folks around the globe our own special little world India and all its treasures. Antonio from Naples Iris from Dublin Ms.Levinsky from Kentucky Coo Cucku from Singapore Lin of Japan all gather at an Haridwar Pandit's humble courtyard mid-March to learn Hindustani Vocal. Martha is flying Lufthansa next week to meet face to face some marvellous Indian Tigers and Jumbo in Corbett's wilderness and smirch her blonde curls a little Jaisalmean pink before leaping forward to Sydney. Be it in Perth or be it in Lisbon or Las Vegas she keeps the ten-plus-two-twelve digits handy-if everything fails she would have still hope she could wake Shiv or Devi from a deep slumber in the middle of the night and get the connection from Miami charted for the last lug of her fantastic vacation towards Frankfurt.