The Talking Tiffin Box - Part 4The previous day's triumph had left Ravi buzzing. He drifted to sleep dreaming of laughter and applause, the untouched parathas a forgotten detail. The next morning, in his rush to get to school and receive more of his newfound adoration, he committed a grave sin. He shoved yesterday's dirty tiffin box into his bag without a second thought.The evidence was damning: paratha crumbs formed a miniature topographical map, a stubborn stain of tomato ketchup resembled a tiny crime scene, and a sticky patch of dried jam ensured a lone Lego brick was now a