EDITOR′S LETTER
I DISCOVERED THE HEIGHT of travel chic at the age of eight: drinking virgin piña coladas in a fluorescent green swimsuit at the swim-up bar of the Taj Fort Aguada Resort and Spa in Goa. The blue of the pool, the pink cocktail umbrellas and the pineapple slices floating in too-sweet canned coconut milk live vividly in my mind. Another memory: being five years old in Gulmarg, Kashmir, and seeing snow for the first time. We had snowball fights and made snow-women with long, blond hair of yellow wool. We played bingo by the fire, a group of two dozen family and friends. There are fancier hotels amid the powdery slopes of Gulmarg now, but the lounge of Hotel Highlands Park remains thickly carpeted with a wood-burning stove in the centre.…