Postcard from IndiaIn the first monthly instalment of her travel diary, Zeba Arif sets off with trepidation for Mumbai and Goa with her mother and youngest son

摘要

When my mother proposed treating my younger son to an 'adventure' trip for his 21st birthday, my siblings and I were nonplussed.An 83-year-old and a 21-year-old let loose among the hedonism that was the Orient - it did not bear thinking about. There had to be a fly in the ointment, and I wanted it to be me. Though my mother had made a steady recovery from a recent stroke, her health was frail. She had fits of energy when she was seemingly unstoppable, which drained away leaving her tired and listless -sometimes alarmingly so.