I had made this trip to Germany EXACTLY 25 Years after my first visit there.
Thanks to my beautiful beloved companion Shasha for the many awesome photos she took of me during our amazing time together in Berlin, Germany, five years ago.
She took this candid photo by calling out to me as I was going up a staircase to see if this place was worth exploring. I had made this trip to Germany EXACTLY 25 Years after my first visit there.
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Every time I used to bid adieu to my father I always soaked it all in; time and feelings, sights and sounds, love and lifelong bond. One never knows when it is the last time you meet a loved one.
…on some days, like today. I was able to enjoy a stunning Long Island south shore sunset that is comparable to the average great Tampa Bay sunset…
I was somewhat apprehensive about being a student pilot with someone who had just become an instructor himself. But what a great thing it turned out to be.
Even though none of my family members are here in the United States with me, this photo taken 21 years ago at our blessed home in Lahore, Pakistan, is a great reminder of what is important in life.
Paris is among my favorite citieis in the world. Those include my American hometown New York City, Berlin in Germany, Paris in France as well as my original hometowns of Lahore and Karachi, Pakistan.
Molière, was born nearly 400 years ago, on 15 January 1622.
The photo title is derived from the famous book by Ayn Rand, but the reason I walked many miles to get to this place, Fontaine Molière, on Rue Thérèse, with my companion during our trip to Paris, France, was to salute another even bigger literary giant.
Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, better known as Molière, was born nearly 400 years ago, on 15 January 1622. He was a French playwright, comedian, writer and actor who is considered to be one of the greatest masters of comedy in Western literature.
He was loved by the French King Louis XIV, but was hated by the Church for his ridiculing the hypocrites ruling religion. He died on 17 February 1673, a few hours after doing a performance of his final play, ironically, about a hypochondriac.
His works, and his legacy, live on for the ages.
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