Hope.

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  1. Chandan PrabhudevaSunday, September 28, 2008 12:39:00 pm

    :) Loved the picture... Especially the reflection of the cross. And me, ever the keen observer, and ever the philosopher, also couldn't help but notice that God is not visible in the reflection :O.. Interpretation of that is left to the imagination of the reader I guess!

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  2. david santosSunday, September 28, 2008 12:54:00 pm

    Thanks for yor posting.
    Have a nice day.

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  3. Priyanka MalkanMonday, September 29, 2008 12:06:00 am

    did not understand.

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  4. Rahul NairMonday, September 29, 2008 7:01:00 am

    @ chandan :simple thing why God is not there in the reflection- the back side of the cross doesn't have the image of Jesus!!

    @ david : went through you r blog. Its sad such things happen. have a nice day!!

    @Priya : There's nothing to understand :P
    Just a photo.

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  5. InduFriday, October 03, 2008 12:54:00 am

    Is this the only hope left for us ?

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