Some tales are remembered for bravery. Others, for chaos. This one – for both… and a pizza.

It was the second night in Kanyakumari. The dorms were quiet, but our stomachs were not. Eight of us sat wide awake, craving something forbidden yet delicious. Then we saw a junior receive food from his family – and that was all the permission we needed.

“If he can get food, why can’t we?” someone said.

And thus, Operation Pizza Heist was born.

The plan went smoothly – until it didn’t. Four of us fell asleep. The other four – the brave, the foolish, the chosen – went to retrieve the pizza. Just as we reached for victory, the inevitable happened.

The door opened. The lights came on.

And there stood Ma’am.

We froze. The box still warm in our hands. What followed was the scolding of a lifetime – the kind that makes you rethink every decision that led up to that moment.

But when it ended, she sighed – maybe out of pity, maybe out of amusement – and said,

“Okay, go. But don’t let this spread.”

And that was it. We had survived. Barely.

We returned to the room in silence – four heroes, eight slices, and one unforgettable night. Everyone got their share, except for the one who left to take a call. When he came back, his pizza was under the bed… with a cockroach sitting proudly on top,

claiming its share of glory.

The laughter that followed could’ve woken the whole block.

And that, dear reader, was the Great Pizza Heist – the night hunger met chaos, got scolded, and still somehow… tasted victory.

(By Anonymous Contributors – Batch of 2025–26. Grade 10)