The Talking Tiffin Box - Part 3The next day, Ravi walked into school feeling like a secret agent. His backpack felt heavier, not with books, but with the weight of his culinary conspiracy. He had managed to convince his mother to pack spring onion parathas, and a distinct air of smug satisfaction seemed to emanate from his bag.When the lunch bell rang, his usual group—Anya, Sam, and Leo—gathered at their table. The moment of truth had arrived. Ravi took a deep breath and clicked open the latches.“Ah… spring onion,” a tiny, appreciative voice whispered. “A fine choice. The aroma is