It was a season of autum . chilli Wind was blowing and imara was standing near her office thinking about her past few months.her friend called her :"imara late nai ho raha kya?" Yet imara was not in a senses. She came near imara and shook her ... "Chalooo" n imara walked along with her .her friend:"Yaar aaj naya consignment ane vala he. What do u think kise milega ? Imara I am talking to you kuch to bata hua kya he ?" Imara :"Yaar hum Ghar chhod k aaye