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See You Again Memories | Memories #2
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    Time 1h 56m
Ongoing, First published May 11, 2020
"May mga taong dadaan lang sa buhay natin hindi para makasama natin pagtanda, kung 'di para magbigay lang ng leksyon sa atin."

Masarap magmahal kung ikaw ang mahal. Masayang isipin na may isang taong takot na mapahamak at mawala ka. Lahat ng tao ay gustong magkaroon ng isang taong nandiyan parati sa kanilang tabi. Para pasayahin sila at para samahan sila sa bawat hamon ng buhay. Lalo na siya.

Ngunit paano niya ba malalaman na siya lang at wala ng iba? 

Kapag ba lagi silang magkasama o magkausap sa telepono? Kapag ba iba ang saya at lundag ng puso niya kapag nandiyan siya? Pero paano kung siya lang pala ang nakakaramdaman ng ito sa kanilang dalawa? Paano kapag napagod na?

Bibitaw ba siya kahit mahal niya? O ilalaban kahit masakit na?
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ISHARA: Abused Angel

32 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨