in the trash bins, while a good number of people are on the streets. Many of them ask for 50 cents with a smile, and then comment on my smile. There is also an advertisement for everything. You can make money even if you are "depressed" or a "smoker" -- because they want to study you in the labs. And you can get in touch with them by just calling them. There is a phone number for complaints for every service. And I know too well where those calls get to. When I couldn't get my online bank transaction completed for a phone bill to be paid, I called the help line. I recognized the accent behind the very American name. I spent two hours of my weekend on the only call I could make, to the phone service provider, to get the issue resolved. Would it have been easier if I had just begun to speak in Hindi? Speaking in Hindi would have felt at home. An attempt at embracing that feeling is made by ordering "Chai Tea Latte" at Starbucks. Numerically, it costs almost the same as it would in India, five rupees there, five dollars here. So I end up paying $5 with five options of milk to choose from, for something that I'd get for 10 cents with caramelized creamy milk back home. I wonder about this mathematics and then I hear them call me: "Bianca!"