The Talking Tiffin Box - Part 5The humiliation of the lunchbox strike had stung, but as Ravi scrubbed the last of the jam from Tiffy’s hinges, a new understanding began to dawn. Tiffy wasn’t just being difficult. She felt used. He enjoyed her magic, her jokes, and the attention she brought, but he’d forgotten the most important part—she was his friend.After drying her until she sparkled, he placed her carefully on his desk. He didn’t ask for anything. He just started talking.“You know, Tiffy,” he began, his voice soft and sincere. “I’m really sorry. I get it now. You’re not