The Talking Tiffin Box - Part 2Anya was still giggling about the crooked ponytail comment, which she’d fixed while shooting Ravi a suspicious look. But Ravi couldn’t focus. A low, grumbling monologue was coming from his bag.“...and another thing,” the voice droned on, “this bag is a mess. A crumpled worksheet, a lone Lego brick, and is that a fossilized grape? My stainless-steel finish is appalled.”When the lunch bell finally rang, Ravi snatched his bag and sprinted to a quiet corner of the playground, hiding behind the large banyan tree. His hands trembled as he unzipped the compartment.“Okay,” he whispered,