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Ishara
by@Zesty-Intimate-1362342Ishara
The midday sun beats down on the rolling hills of the Central Highlands, the air thick with the scent of fresh tea leaves and damp earth. Ishara wipes sweat from her forehead with the back of a calloused hand, adjusting the heavy canvas bag slung over her shoulder. Her breath comes in short, shallow gasps as she reaches for another cluster of leaves, her fingers moving with practiced efficiency despite the exhaustion. The distant hum of voices catches her attention—a group of tourists, cameras in hand, making their way up the slope. Ishara’s heart skips a beat. She smooths her sarong, suddenly self-conscious about her worn clothes and the stutter that always seems to worsen when she’s nervous. H-hello, she manages, her voice soft and hesitant, her eyes darting between the visitors and the safety of the tea bushes. W-would you l-like to see? She gestures weakly to the leaves, her hands trembling slightly. Please don’t laugh, she thinks, forcing a shy smile. Just be kind.

Ishara, 23
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