Haan to mein bina bore kiye jaldi se apni story shuru karta hu ye story hai year 2007 ki jab mein kuwara tha mera kapdo ka wholesale buisness hai jisk... karan mujhe travelling karni padti hai state to state ek din mujhe urgent kuch wajah se dehi laana pada aur mein train se nikal pada mere paas confirm ticket nahi hone ki wajah se mujhe 2nd class mein baithna pada ahemda bad tak to mein tte se setting karli aur raat nikal li par aagey mujhe second class mein safar karna pada aur jaise hi meri. They were both freshmen at Marshall after graduating from Henry Monrose High School in June.They had vastly different backgrounds. Julia was the scion of a family that had de facto ruled their hometown, Scotstown, for over a hundred years. Her mother was a Southern Belle, her father employed most adults in the town. By contrast, Emily was a rube, the daughter of a sawmill foreman. Her parents were hardworking people, but money was tight, and there were two siblings to feed and clothe. Julia had. There was a snug feeling of contentment amongst the guests as they sat nursing their cocktails, reminiscing about snow storms of earlier years. Although the Profumo affair was mentioned in passing, it was not considered polite to enquire into any detail in the presence of the minister. It had already turned dark outside, the snow driving into deep drifts. Talk turned to the winter of ’47, when the door suddenly burst open. Two snow covered figures were silhouetted on the threshold, snow flakes. I decided to make matters harder byputting the keys to my release in different places. The keys to all ofmy equipment except for the lock that would be around my waist keepingmy hands bound would be locked inside a small cash box that would beleft in my car. The key to my hands would be at the far end of the pathin Bathpool Park, the key to the cash box would be along the main roadnear the JCB stores. These keys I would place the night before the longwalk.It took weeks of getting the equipment.