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Way to Heaven






"Each one reaches heaven by climbing his own particular stairway."


I received this picture in 1979
on the occasion of the priestly ordination
of a person who was dear to me.

I don't know whether he still believes in the inscription...

But I do!
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  1. IndraniApril 21, 2013 at 7:42 AM

    Lovely pic and precious memory.

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  2. The MukhtiarsApril 21, 2013 at 12:31 PM

    Nice one

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  3. KISLAYA GOPALApril 21, 2013 at 1:14 PM

    Very spiritual and pure. What we believe in matters! :)
    The picture is captivating and evokes nostalgia.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 21, 2013 at 7:48 PM

      Each person creates his heaven/hell...

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    2. mandakolathurApril 24, 2013 at 6:10 AM

      I will agree with the sentiment on one condition - no claim that all stairs get you to the same place, the Vivekanandaesque assertion, ampere assert ion, neither provable nor dis provable; an analytic.

      RE

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  4. Easwar ArumugamApril 21, 2013 at 3:39 PM

    The inscription is right. To climb to heaven we have to build our own stairs. Nice text.

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  5. Deepak KripalApril 21, 2013 at 4:04 PM

    True indeed. We all follow the paths architectured by our deeds. Great thought.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 21, 2013 at 7:49 PM

      Exactly. We are the architects of our heaven. Or hell!

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  6. RatApril 21, 2013 at 10:21 PM

    nice one.

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  7. SangrywordsApril 21, 2013 at 10:50 PM

    Thank you for such a wonderful reminder .. call it karma, call it architect .. you reap what you sow ...

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  8. Vishal RathodApril 22, 2013 at 10:52 AM

    Lovely picture and Lovely quote . I Loved it.

    Travel India

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  9. the little princessApril 22, 2013 at 4:02 PM

    how true..!and we have to climb it all by ourselves....

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  10. AnonymousApril 22, 2013 at 4:27 PM

    I know .. my bit ..I am building the staircase .. step by step and with utmost care !! encounter with reality :)

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