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

said, to not take

stranger to you, I have been your bus companion since last year. But just for you, I can tell you my name.

as she nibbled

You are right. Let’s

held my hand for

My name is

a smile

I am Riya. But you can

“I would love to.”

clapped her hands while

half an hour waiting for our bus to arrive. Eating chocolates

way, I held her hand. And took out a small napkin from

some chocolate here RiRi. Let

“Okay JJ.”

her chin and cleaned it. Just when I tried to stand up, she

of the bus. Her two ponytails swaying

Looking at us curiously.

reaching the door, She glanced back and

“Come faster JJ.”

calm down and walk towards the bus exhaling. And she walks

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settles down with her friends, smiling at

to calm me, but now that I was alone

supposed to

that it

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

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

wanted to. Because there

Where are you Jerk? Are

“I am missing you.”

no response. Exhaling I puffed

we want them the most? When we are in desperate need

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

of the window. Thinking about whether I should head inside or just leave. The driver’s

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