I was trying to sort out dinner in the kitchen the other evening, when I heard Shrik exclaim loud in the living room. I sauntered over.
"...the point of this ad. How many Indians would know what a skunk is, anyway?", he was telling Madhu.
I glanced at the screen, at an animated ad for a room freshener, and at the fluffy animal plugging it.
"Yep, that's a raccoon there, so you've proved yourself right," I said.
A rare, delicious moment of speechlessness followed.
"There is a skunk at the end of the ad, though," I added gently.
"The skunk at the end! That's what I was talking about!"
But I knew. And now you do, too.