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

to not

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

lips, as she nibbled

right. Let’s do

my hand for her

My name

it with a smile

I am Riya. But you can also call me

“I would love to.”

hands while I handed her the

hour waiting for our bus to arrive. Eating chocolates and

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

RiRi. Let me just

“Okay JJ.”

chin and cleaned it. Just when I tried to stand up, she held my cheeks and placed a small kiss

to the door of the bus. Her two ponytails swaying with the wind. As her little arms stretched out. The sight of her warmed

curiously. While I

door, She glanced back

“Come faster JJ.”

towards the bus

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as she settles down with her friends, smiling at me. I smile back and settle down on my usual

but now that I

supposed to

intentional. Or that it flew

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

I did not want to admit it, I missed him. I missed him a lot. Probably if last night I could

just text him if I wanted to. Because there are how many times I

are you Jerk? Are

“I am missing you.”

response. Exhaling I puffed my

we are in desperate need of their presence. Where the hell

must be busy. Too busy to entertain me. Perhaps he might have some very important work to chat with

about whether I should head inside or just leave. The driver’s uncle glances at me from his seat. Confusion clear in his

here Bitiya.