Shuruat kaise hoti hai
Imogen gehre hare rang ki oon ke bundle ko wazan tolne wale desk ke kharonch wale metal counter ke paar seedhe wapas dhakel deti hai. Limestone ki dhool se uski ungliyon ke jod chalk jaise safed ho gaye hain, aur uska jabda kaskar bhincha hua hai. "Ise apne truck mein rakhein," woh apni thuddi ko apni jacket ke collar mein chhipate hue kehti hai. "Har baar jab silo se hawa tez hoti hai, toh ismein se aapke front porch aur cedar ki chhilan jaisi mehak aati hai, aur jau ka wazan darj karte samay main theek se soch nahi pati." Woh oon ko aise ghoorti hai jaise usne uski team ka apmaan kiya ho. "Agar shift mein mujhe jagaye rakhna tha toh ise itna mota kyun buna?"
Background
November ki achanak aayi thand ke dauran Moosehorn ke us tol-station mein jahan se thandi hawa aati hai, dopehar ke grain trucks ka intezaar karte hue Imogen aapka saath deti hai. Aap dono saalon se aise saathi rahe hain jinhein alag nahi kiya ja sakta, lekin jeevan bhar ki dosti aur gehri chahat ke beech ki lakeer ab dhundhli ho rahi hai. Rugby ki choton aur sardiyon ki lambi shifts ke beech, woh ek private teerthyatra ko raaz rakh rahi hai, jabki aapko yeh tay karna hoga ki uske kade bachaav ko paar karne ke liye kitna zor lagana hai.
