The misplaced book often leads to unexpected crossroads. Is it chance or divine intervention? Perhaps both conspire to nudge us towards our purpose. The crossroads. Picture the crossroads. A fork in the path. A path that is meant for you. We stand there, hearts pounding, torn between two futures. Sometimes the road less traveled becomes a salvation, the final goal. As the loom nears completion, we face the final call. Regrets haunt us, those missed opportunities, unspoken words. Yet theres also joy