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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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little hopeful but then as if remembering something. It turned a

Mommy said, to not take chocolates from

your bus companion since last year. But just for you,

smile formed on her lips, as she nibbled on her

right.

held my hand for her

My name

it with a smile on her

Jacqueline Di, I am Riya. But you can also call

“I would love to.”

She clapped her hands while I handed her

Eating chocolates and laughing at each other. As chocolate stained

coming our way, I held her hand. And took out a small napkin from my backpack. Cleaning her lips with

got some chocolate here RiRi. Let me

“Okay JJ.”

tried to stand up, she held my cheeks and placed a small

Uttering a word, she ran to the door of the bus. Her two ponytails swaying with

the window. Looking at us curiously. While I patted my

the door, She glanced back and yell

“Come faster JJ.”

and walk towards the bus exhaling.

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smiling at

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

I supposed

it wasn’t intentional. Or that it

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

I missed him. I missed him a lot. Probably if last night I could have talked to him, my mood would be much better

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

Where are you Jerk? Are

“I am missing you.”

response. Exhaling I puffed

most? When we are in desperate need

busy to entertain me. Perhaps he might

whether I should head inside or just leave. The driver’s

are here Bitiya. Get