For two whole weeks, the Gang has been living the Way of Life we call Integrity & Honesty — the extra change returned, the ledger checked, the borrowed ribbon set down. Now let’s give those feelings their names. Every answer below is a quality-word the fortnight has been teaching, hidden in a friendly grid. The clues aren’t dictionary definitions — they’re tiny honesty scenarios. Read each one, feel what quality it’s pointing at, and follow the truth trail in.
Anish keeps his pocket-money diary the way he keeps everything: neat, in a line, aloo before bhindi. Every rupee in, every rupee out, a running total down the side. But this week the total at the bottom doesn’t feel right — and one line in the ledger is quietly telling a fib. Your job, Kindness…
The Broken Toy Here is a story that has no ending yet — because the ending is a choice, and the chooser is you. Your cousin Kabir has come to stay for the week. On his shelf sits the one toy he loves most: a little wind-up tin aeroplane, the kind that whirrs across the…
The art competition had one rule, painted in big letters on the board: Draw something you love. Draw it yourself. Sana loved horses. She could see them perfectly in her head — manes like waterfalls, legs mid-gallop — but every time she tried to draw one, the legs came out like table legs and the…
On the morning of Raksha Bandhan, the flat smelled of ghee and marigolds, and Khushi could not sit still. She had chosen Anish’s rakhi three days ago — a small one, red and gold, with a single glass bead that caught the light. Now she held his wrist and tied it on with great ceremony,…
The Extra Change The best jalebis in the whole colony came from Bansal Uncle’s shop, and everyone knew it — including the flies, who arrived early and left disappointed, because the sweets never lasted. On Saturday, Aarav’s mother sent him for half a kilo. “Exactly half,” she said. “And bring back the change.” Aarav liked…