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Her features were expressing exactly what was going in her mind. I could read every bit and piece of it. There was a sense of pride because she assumed me to be some kind of criminal who will steal her cell the moment she discloses the number. That is very common here. You become suspicious only for those people who try to be polite to you. Like I always say "The only predictable thing about human is that they are unpredictable..."

Again she asked me the reason and I questioned back with an unusual answer like if she was having second thoughts? To which she only replied, its not about second thoughts. Within the next few moments I got engrossed in my 'Paulo'. But I could see all from the corner of my eyes.Mixed emotions were running across her delicate features. A confused look that depicted the curiosity and need for answers to all her questions. She was scared about what would have happened if she would have disclosed her number. But as she didn't there was a sense of pride of saving herself from falling into troubles. What humans need? A self motivation! How do they get this? Whenever they accomplish some extraordinary task.

The conversation ended, but I am happy. Who wanted the number? Who wanted to find out why she is crying? My mission was to distract her from whatever was on her mind. I know it's quite a stupid thing to do but I did accomplish my dream in the end. In the midst of strict schedules, the pale yellow girl will remmember me. So will I. Once again I got a topic to suffice my poetry hunger... something crossed my mind - Pale yellow, Little fellow