so long after

It is almost 6 months in Denmark and I have not been able to write my blog...well partly because I have been trying to settle in and partly because of all the laziness and to avoid doing things that do not come with a "priority" tag.

Now to tell you what I have found in this new country, in which I was so very uncertain to come in the first place, is a treasure of new friends. I may have to write a blog in my "relations" blog page about them. But I was almost sure that good friends (those for life) happen when you are in school and college and then the friends that you come across in the rest of your life can never become as close. I was wrong...maybe. All my new found friends are in Copenhagen and they have happened atleast 7 years after I graduated. But truly they have happened in school though...in Dhairya's school.

International schools have some charm about them, something that one experiences in a place where you are so far away from your own people. Here the people are all different, from different cultures, different backgrounds, different countries...but there is some invisible force that unites them...they are all strangers to the new country, all of them are far from home and all of them need each other. And mind you, I am talking about all the parents and not the children. Because children will make friends in whichever school they go to, wherever in the world...but it is the adults who have to come over their pride and prejudices...

And we Indians, like our habit, form groups of Indians, set up Indian community wherever in the world that we are. At CIS(Copenhagen International School), it is no different :). A bunch of women, all Indian, sharing similar passions for food and cooking and socialising, we have become thick pals. Every month we have number of get-togethers, sometimes to celebrate birthdays and anniversaries, sometimes to teach and learn recipes and sometimes for no reason at all. But maybe this is the sole reason that we are all able to survive Denmark. Because, otherwise life would have been so listless in a more than silent country.