The sun goes with us wherever we Indians go - or at least I proved this to be right on my recent trip to Copenhagen. Till a few days ago I was staring at the Accuweather symbols of cloud and rain casting their shadow over my dates. I had packed long sleeved shirts, a wind cheater and a fleece. And here I am sitting in an open boat, sailing down the canal at New Harbour (Nyhavn), with the hot sun beating down on my head (thank god for my glares) and watching the Danes rejoice at the first day of sunshine in 2015.
The black-and-yellow striped work of art grew closer and there he was every rippling muscle in sharp focus as he passed us at the crossing and walked on ahead. Yes there was a Gypsy with five gaping humans within smelling distance. But he couldn't care less. These insignificant beings were not a part of his consciousness.