An old pilgrim was making his way to the Himalayan Mountains in the bitter cold of winter
when it began to ram.
An innkeeper said to him, “How will you ever
get there in this kind of weather, my good man?”
The old man answered cheerfully, “My heart got
there first, so it’s easy for the rest of me to follow.”
- Collected Storey : Nimesh
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