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“Eyes are the informers of heart. They darken when we are angry, while softens when we are filled with love.” [Jacqueline]

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Jacqueline’s POV:

I gripped the straps of my backpack tightly. My whole form trembling in anticipation of what would happen to me today. I shifted in discomfort from one foot to another as a kid of age 6 years glared at me. If you are wondering where I am? I am at my bus stop waiting for my school bus to arrive for the last ten minutes.

I could sense my cortisol level increasing with each minute. Cortisol; a stress hormone, our nature’s inbuilt alarm system. And it was alarming to me that I needed to calm down. But when does that happen what we want? Almost every time what happens is opposite to what we want.

I place my hand on my heart. Realizing that My heartbeat was abnormally high.

“Di are you okay?”

The same 6-year-old kid asked me confusion clear in her eyes. I think her name was Riya or something. She was my bus companion. Though we never chatted, there were times when she had flashed a bright smile at me.

“I. Ye. Yeah. I am fine.” I stuttered the first time I spoke to a kid. It was embarra**ing.

“But you look pale.” She clutched the hem of my kurta and inquires again.

I exhaled, trying to downplay the words I said.

“Ah. Do I?”

I could feel her, sus***ious gaze on me. But I didn’t say anything. Waiting for her to either say something or just left me alone.

“You are so cute Di. When you pout.” She giggled, as she said those words of admiration.

‘Cute? Can a child lie? I didn’t know. But normally I never heard of a kid lying.’

Smiling, I bent down and caress her forehead,

“Thank you, Riya. But I think you are cuter than me.”

Her black eyes widened, as her cheeks turned a little pink. Her pink lips edging into a pout.

With a shy look.

She mumbles.

“You think so?”

I answered back “Yeah. I do. By the way, I have chocolate. Would you like some?”

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if remembering something. It turned a little distressed. As she muttered a

Mommy said, to not take chocolates

since last year. But just for you, I can tell you my name. And then we will

formed on her lips, as she nibbled

You are right. Let’s do

held my hand for her

My name

with a smile on her

Riya. But you can also call

“I would love to.”

while

for our bus to arrive. Eating chocolates and

hand. And took out a small napkin from my

some chocolate here RiRi. Let me just wipe

“Okay JJ.”

held her chin and cleaned it. Just when I tried to stand

ran to the door of the bus. Her two ponytails swaying with the wind. As her little arms

us curiously. While I patted my cheeks to cover up

reaching the door, She glanced

“Come faster JJ.”

the bus exhaling. And

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her friends, smiling at me. I smile back and settle

that I was alone again. Fear engulfed me. I fidget in my

am I supposed to

intentional. Or that it

to my cell phone. As I glanced at it. Remo had not texted me since yesterday. Why? I

missed him. I missed him a lot. Probably if last night I could have talked to

wanted to. Because there are how many times I did the

Where are you

“I am missing you.”

no response. Exhaling I puffed my already puffed

When we are

Perhaps he might have some very important work to chat

Thinking about whether I should head inside

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