Am I in america?

After 6 weeks of living in Bhilai, it was about time for a little vacay. I landed in Delhi last weekend just in time for Diwali, but instead of going straight home, I decided I needed a fix of American food at Mcdonald's in Khan Market...

2 hours later, I left the market with my Time Magazine, a brand new copy of Shantaram (in English, of course), a fresh mani/pedi, a stomach full of Mcdonald's french fries, a fountain diet pepsi in hand and a brand new pair of brown flats. Oh, and $40 less in my wallet.

I arrived home to my Chacha's house and was greeted left and right with "hellos" and "how are yous" and was tongue-twisted as I tried to switch from Bhilai "Hindi mode" to English. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a box of Kellogg's Special K and a case of Diet Coke and my brother typing away on his computer with a wireless internet connection. 

A few days later I walked down the street to the nearest market with my cousin, Geetu, and we noticed 3 brightly lit ACed coffee shops. On a whim, we strolled into Costa Coffee (apparently the most expensive) and ordered one cappuchino, one soy latte and a slice of chocolate cake. On the way back home, we ordered chicken calzones from Sbarro for delivery, as we passed a Subway and Ruby Tuesdays.

Where am I?  

There seems to be more of a difference between Bhilai and Delhi than Delhi and America. 

There's a greasy (but amazingly tasty) french fry for thought.