Hi friends,
Don’t you
sometimes feel “one after another”? I just had the very week like that.
My old
school has a society for graduates and its committee issues a newsletter on a
regular basis. The chairperson of the society contacted me in late August with a request to write
a little article for their newsletter.
To cut a
long story short, 3 great old girls (M, M and H) came back to my life thanks to
the support of the committee member.
As we shared
so much, good memories, laughs and tears at the peak of my life, it was
overwhelming to hear from them again. As I am far away from home, it really means
a lot to me. I thank the lady, Ms YS, who made it happen and having big sisters
(that is how we call older students in my school) like them made me so proud of
being a graduate of the school. My sincere thanks to Ms KV and Ms YS.
It happened
at the beginning of the week, and in the middle of the week, my favourite
German guy contacted me after few years silence. We both know where we are but
we lost in touch in the past years because of the geographical distance. This
man is a great laugh. Who said German people have no sense of humour?
He is two
years older than me and a hopeless chauvinist. Normally such men can be annoyingly
condescending but in his case, it makes him so funny and charming.
Contain your
excitement my darling ladies and gentlemen. I am sure that we have warm friendship between us but no more than that.
On Friday, I
saw 2 old friends in the canteen at work. What coincidence! We used to work
for the same company in Oxford in 90s. After that, I moved to Derbyshire and
lost in touch with them for a while. When I came back to Warwickshire nearly 6
years ago, we went to the best Thai restaurant in Banbury for celebration but since
then we had not seen each other.
Although we work
for different companies, we are still working in the same industry where we
started and we knew we can trace each other through business contacts any time.
I think that is why we have not actively communicated to each other.
It was quite
funny that I was waiting for an aeroplane in snowy Dusseldorf 9 months ago and was chatting
with a chap who went to the same school with one of them.
“He is my
mate.” “On my God, he is my mate, too!”
Funnily
enough, the very man contacted me through Linkedin 2 days after I came back
from Dusseldorf. How weird!
And on
Friday, he and another friend of mine were waiting for someone in
the canteen in my company. Although both of them looked bit aged, they are
still great laugh and the moment we stared talking, our friendship is back. We
talked and laughed a lot and I am sure our table was the loudest one in the noisy canteen.
What a week!
6 old friends back to my life!
