When socialite Rhonda Erwin's husband announces his job is relocating to Mumbai for five years, the TypeA, control freak isn't sure she will survive. A quick scouting trip confirms the worst: the city is dirty, choked with traffic, and totally allergic to an opinionated "Madam" from Texas. Convinced India is the wrong choice for her and her family, she still finds herself on a one-way flight to Mumbai with two young sons in tow, praying that the crate carrying all their earthly possessions will be waiting to meet them (it isn't). Rhonda soon discovers that hiring staff, keeping her boys safe from dengue fever, and dissecting the seemingly arbitrary caste system""all while navigating a foreign culture""takes nothing less than the skill set of a super-woman. A few miserable months in, she makes a desperate choice to let go of things she cannot control. India is my love becomes her mantra, and with the help of her trusty driver Naushad, Rhonda embraces the vibrancy and chaos that is India.