He was tracing patterns of crisscross lines on her palm. She looked at him and wondered which special line made her so lucky to get someone like him.

She felt her pulses fluttering in rhythm.

"Teacher, you look ummm…… nothing," the girl stopped when I looked at her with my wet, swollen eyes.

"Yes, do you wanna say something?"

"No, all I wanted to say that your eyes look pretty," she seemed intimidated, I am a strict teacher.

"But you look sad today," another one blurted out. "Are you sad, teacher?" the sincerity of her tone filled the air. Everyone looked at me and I could read the same question in their eyes. Their innocence and naivety engulfed me and all miserable feelings disappeared.

"Not anymore." I smiled.