Sometimes when you are bidding farewell to a place you have lived for a long time, a certain last image or snapshot is etched in your memory. I had lived in the United States for the last couple of years. And finally when I did move back to Asia (exactly a year back to this date), that final image that is etched in my memory is that of the spectacular Verrazano Bridge. When my brother-in-law was driving me across from New Jersey to JFK airport in Queens, we crossed this bridge and it for me eventually sums up the largess of my experience in America.
Similarly, the guy who took this spectacular photograph has a different sort of memory attached to it, as he humbly expresses here.
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