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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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remembering something. It turned a little distressed.

said, to not take

companion since

smile formed on her lips, as

are right. Let’s

hand for

name

with a smile on her

Di, I am Riya. But you can

“I would love to.”

hands while I handed

hour waiting for our bus to arrive. Eating chocolates and laughing at each other. As chocolate stained our lips, into

hand. And took out a

RiRi. Let me just wipe

“Okay JJ.”

I tried to stand up, she held my cheeks and

a word, she ran to the door of the bus. Her two ponytails swaying with the wind. As her little arms stretched

Looking at us curiously.

door, She glanced back and yell

“Come faster JJ.”

towards the bus exhaling.

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friends, smiling at me. I

manage to calm me, but now that I was alone

supposed to say to

intentional. Or that it flew

I glanced at it.

to send him a message and ask where is he? Though I did not want to admit it, I missed him. I missed him a lot. Probably if last night I could have talked to him, my mood would be much better than

better to just text him if I wanted to. Because

Where are you Jerk? Are you

“I am missing you.”

was no response. Exhaling I

most? When we

busy. Too busy to entertain me. Perhaps he might have some very important work to

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

are here Bitiya.