‘Good Morning. Can I help you with your bags?’ The London sky was crisp and bright for this early October morning. Having got up just a few minutes before I heard his doorbell ring, I was rushing to reach the airport and board the plane back to Bombay and be with my family. I glanced down my shoulder to see the cab driver, probably in his sixties, offering to help me with my bags. With years of travel behind me, my instinctive hunch was that my cab driver was from the Indian subcontinent. My response was a respectful – ‘No thanks, from where I hail we do not bother our elders with such tasks’. I could not see his reaction as I was struggling with my golf set, my suitcase and my briefcase. Having set my suitcase in the boot, I kept my golf clubs on the backseat and strapped myself in the front passenger seat. Quickly gathering my breath, I gave him my current destination – ‘Heathrow Terminal 3, please’. I have never had trouble striking conversation with anybody and especially ne