Yes, it happened; it was bound to happen. I ran out of ideas.
I ran out of ideas to write about.

Not that my previous ideas were too special or too brilliant. Even the brilliant idea from last night – writing about a new-comer’s experiences – was very ordinary.
She is new student I recently ran into. From her experiences in America, I was hoping to get some new material for my blog.

“So how do you like in America?” I asked eagerly, hoping for a long story.
“Ah, it’s not all that bad, just about the same as I expected,” Dismissively, she said in a monotone.
“So, what is it that you don’t like it here, or dislike the most,” I rephrased the question, hoping to get something more.
“It is not much different; about the same as I expected,”

She was not helping out.
I paused. It cannot be; it is a new country, a new place all across the ocean.
“How about the language?” I pressed on.
“No, I speak English at home in Bangalore. I can speak many languages, but English is what we use the most.”
“Wow”, more disappointed than surprised, I did not know what else to say.

I was getting nothing’ no ideas, no new observations from the eyes of a new immigrant to USA.

“I liked the chicken burger”, she said with a light touch of satisfaction in her voice.
“What chicken burger?”
“The one from McDonalds, we just had, with French fries”
“Oh yeah, you like that kind of fast food?”
“I don’t like it, I love it!” she likes to say it. 
“So, you don’t get it back home?” I have not been back to India for many years.
“We do; you don’t know? We have everything there, McDonalds too?”
“Oh, ok”

I gave up; it seems like the life in India is not much different than we live here in America now-a-days.

“I wanna go home,” she said hesitatingly. I could feel the sadness in her voice.
“What?” I wanted her to repeat it.
“I feel very homesick, even after month of stay in America.”
I did not know what to say to that. I was no longer looking for ideas for a blog post; I was trying to think of something to say to comfort her or to make her feel less sad.
“I miss my family and friends. I wanna go home.” She repeated without any encouragement from my side.
“You feel like this most of the times, or just now?”
“Sometimes; well, most of the time, but I try not to think about it”

Trying to cheer her up, after a pause, I said with a smile, “So, after all, it is different back home, right? Different than here?”
“No it is the same life, but different people.”
“Like how?”
“Like, umm….I don’t know. You are always home!”
“But, you have a home here too.”
“Yeah, kind of.” She paused, looked around, “but here in US, your never feel at ‘Home’!”

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