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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

to not take chocolates

Although I am no stranger to you, I have been your bus companion since last year. But just for

as she nibbled on her lower

right.

held my hand for her

name is

it with a smile on her

Di, I am Riya. But you can also call

“I would love to.”

her hands while

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

hand. And took out a small napkin from my backpack. Cleaning her lips with the

RiRi. Let me just wipe

“Okay JJ.”

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

bus. Her two ponytails swaying with the wind. As her little arms

peek out of the window. Looking at us curiously. While I patted my cheeks

reaching the door, She glanced back and yell

“Come faster JJ.”

down and walk towards the bus

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smiling at me. I smile back and settle down

now that I was

I supposed to

Or that

at it. Remo had not texted

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

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

are you Jerk?

“I am missing you.”

Exhaling I puffed

people go when we want them the most? When we are in desperate need of their presence.

busy. Too busy to entertain me. Perhaps he might

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

are here Bitiya. Get