Hot n Fresh tiffin box

 Aye, beautiful little sister, It's a beautiful Sunday today.

Together, let's have fun and play. On Monday, we'll study.

Good heavens, it's Monday! The weekend's beauty and serenity fade. The unwanted day that approaches with a loud alarm. And the day begins hurriedly when one or more snoozes. Indeed, God! Monday has here!

"It is Monday dear, Get up" . My mother's charming voice would make me smile impishly and want to be pampered. She was always touching my hair with kindness and showing her love for my chicks, which made me laugh. When the startling sound of alarms took the place of my loving, caring, and guarding mornings, I was baffled.

It is a byproduct of realizing that other people are aware of every little positive or terrible thing that occurs in his life, and it occasionally motivates him to take certain activities. All that childhood is about is existing in a state of innocence that holds nothing.

But that was a significant day in my life. The Tiffin boxes that had lately been added to our collection were bright yellow for me and red rose for my sister. For my sister and I, the circular apple-shaped Tiffin boxes were the realization of a long-cherished fantasy. With our parents, we would visit the market and adhere to our personal interests at the stores.My sister found the Tiffin Boxes among the Barbies and Teddies, automobiles and cartoons, puzzles and games. She had grinned mischievously and sparkled in her eyes as she showed me her newfound infatuation. Not only did it have the right colors and shape, but it also had a certain nostalgic quality that all children share with their insignificant possessions, especially the new ones.

After being repeatedly pampered by my mother, I came to my senses and realized how important the day was. My mother was surprised when I jumped up and ran upstairs. My mother also inquired because she desired to comprehend," Aye Dear, What took place? To what destination are you heading? "Why is there such a rush?" I glanced through the side bars of the staircase, ready to respond, but instead I laughed at her and fled once more. I went to my sister's room to get her to get up. "Dolly, Aye Dolly, get up" . Her lips was agape while she slept, her palms clasped together over her head. This was the ideal gesture for children, who always sleep as if there is no tomorrow. Her small Barbie sat by her side, and a silent monkey was perched on the corner, seemingly staring at me with its eyes wide open. Trying to wake her up, I shook her hand by the elbow.

"Hey Kammu, see," Dolly said as she gave Kammu a peek at her priceless Tiffin box. After a futile attempt to elicit her mother's sympathy, Kammu had just finished crying. Suddenly, she withdrew her hand and attempted to conceal the Tiffin box beneath her scarf as Kammu gave it a playful glance and smile. "Bhaiya has the orange one with him too," she said, deflecting his focus. I said to her, "Dolly, why don't you show yours? I kept it in my bag." "It appears to be a red football," Kammu said with a mocking laugh. She shrugged off his remark, acting as though she understood exactly how to respond to someone who called her gorgeous Tiffin box a football.

Kammu gained popularity as the story of the aisle game somehow made its way around the school. Afterwards, I discovered that Dolly had left her Tiffin box on the mat while she opened mine to give it to Kammu so he could fit all of the leftover food in my Tiffin Box. But then someone kicked it for kicks, and the game began. Without any delay, Kammu rose to the occasion and assumed personal responsibility for the war. The top of the Tiffin box broke off. Remarkably, Dolly didn't cry when she saw Kammu bleeding after that. Using her handkerchief, she dabbed at his blood and remarked, "Kammu Bhaiya, see what happened to you because of my Tiffin Box." with regret. "I told you, it looks like a football," Kammu cynically remarked as he gave Dolly the Tiffin. Everyone chuckled, but as Dolly stared at her broken Tiffin Box, she was hurting badly someplace. During the drive home, she remained silent. On her walk back home, she carried the broken dream. She must have come to the realization at some point that Kammu's bravery dwarfed her sorrow for broken Tiffin. That particular day, Bhaudas failed to halt the Rickshaw when it passed the water tank. After that day, Bhaudas never again requested leftover food.

When I went to wake her up the following morning, I saw her chatting with Barbie. "I told you that if you study hard, I'll bring you a Tiffin box like mine, right? You see, this is for you. Now do your homework carefully." She took my Yellow Tiffin box from me. Three new Tiffin boxes had been brought by our parents, two for ourselves and one for our best friend Kammu.