During my one trip to Europe, I was constantly surprised at how many people assumed I was from London, Spain, and Latin America – but no one ever thought I was from India. I usually corrected them, but it was almost always followed by questions I was not willing to answer.
I have zero sense of patriotism – I find the idea idiotic at best – but just like I won’t talk about my love life, I won’t talk about my country. It’s too personal.
In Paris, at a restaurant, a very kindly old French couple from the next table asked me if I’d come from London. I thought for a moment and answered : yes.