It is Father Time and he pats you gently on the shoulders and whispers ever so sweetly. Your toll, my dear, before you venture any further....And like everything else, cost has gone up double, triple fold... and you know how it is, my dear, he mouths....the sun will soon be setting and as dusk gathers , we will have to turn the street lights on so that you could see clearly as you continue on your journey.....Can't have you stumbling around in the dark, you know...he winks and deftly collects his due..one whole year of youth .... and wearing it like a garland of flowers around his neck, he merrily walked on ahead of you......opening yet another chapter in your book of life.
And as this Being, hesitates at the entrance and looks back at the mountain of NOT YET ATTAINED she singled out one priority.....to walk on the birth land of her faith....to breathe the air, to experience worship in the very place, faith sprang forth, established, grew....and found its way into her soul ....and in a very earnest moment she holds out her hands for that great gift to live and walk her dreams...perhaps, then somehow, the rest of her dreams will fall in place........ hey! Father Time! Wait up will ya! 
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