At the end of 1960, I was transferred to Norway and reached there in January 1961, when it was bitterly cold. The embassy was small, with only one officer in the Chancery, a Third Secretary, Mr. Srinivasan. Relatively small in build, he had an iron hand in a velvet glove and a smiling face – he was a boxing blue. He was destined to become Foreign Secretary later on. The three years that I spent there were uneventful. I managed to have a cultural agreement signed. Our relations were good. The Norwegians are a very friendly people, unassuming and dignified, and the country was beautiful, with its mountains and fjords. Occasionally, one could see the Aurora Borealis  and in any case, the midnight sun, which could be seen in the north of Norway, was wonderful. In the far north, there was almost twenty-four hours of sunlight in the summer and almost darkness in the winter. Our daughter was born in Oslo.

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