Master Raghav made his puppet bow, then said, “Rama did not need big shouting.” “When wrong stood tall,” Master Raghav said, tapping the stage, “he stood steady.”

Vivaan leaned closer. Brave had always sounded like thump-thump drums and flying arrows. But this brave felt quieter, like keeping your feet still when running felt easy.

Vivek bent close and said, “That kind is hard too.” Vivaan nodded, thinking truth might start small, with one honest choice at a time.