She was a memory

Inspired by my favorite novel  The Godfather by Mario Puzo

Note : This is just a work of fiction,  the characters mentioned are inspired by this novel and the entire credit goes to Mario Puzo.

 

Michael Corleone let the wind drift past his face. He took a moment to let the memory sink in. It was forty years after that fateful night and yet it seemed as if it happened yesterday. He had been right the moment when Apollonia’s face had imprinted on his mind, that she would haunt him forever till the day he died. He had never been so right. Visiting Sicily after so long gave guilt another reason to torment him.

He wandered into familiar terrain as he went looking for her grave. He had one built in her memory before he had left to America. She had been his thunderbolt and there was no other rain nor thunderbolt in his life after her. Kay, his wife had tried her best to fill the void. She had been a good wife, a faithful wife but never Apollonia. The loveliness, the beauty had died with her.

Making his way past the old graves, he let his memories guide him. It took him exactly to her grave.

Kneeling down he let a tear roll down his cheeks. It had been so long since he last cried, so long since he let himself the luxury of remembering her fully. As he opened his eyes he saw a bunch of dried flowers lying in the corner. Dust seems to have gotten to it and time had withered the flowers just as it had done so with his memory but it remained there, a lone sign of tribute to her. The flowers themselves were old but looked young together. Every petal there seemed to tear his heart out for her. He had to quickly get on his feet or he knew she would haunt him further, as if all these year’s weren’t enough.

Michael had to remember Albert Neri for he had paid his debt when he had killed Frabizzio.

” Bless him” thought the old Don as he collapsed beside her grave and went on to join her for eternity.

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Word count : 333

Written for Weekly Writing Challenge: Traces and Trifecta : Week 103 

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You could have lived.

Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a CONNECTION.

Suicide.

There’s been a lot of these in India recently. And as soon as i read the newspaper today i knew i had to write something about that. It was the suicide of a 14-year girl in Bangalore. Uninteresting? Am not sure.

But the reason behind that. Yes , it is interesting. Her boyfriend dumped her on Facebook after raping her and promising to marry her. Facebook. It has given so much for us all but yet it has its own obvious disadvantages especially when used by people below 18. I wouldn’t promise that a 20-year girl wouldn’t have done the same but yes she might have found the courage to do something. You can find the related news here.

To the girl who died( I don’t like to use the word suicide)

I know you had to go through a lot. I know you were scared to death, you  felt cheated, humiliated,raped and dumped by a man who promised to marry you. But you were young and there was a whole life ahead of you. You could have confessed to your parents. They would have hit you, scolded you but in the end would have forgiven you. You could have approached the police and lodged a complaint. Your so called boyfriend would have arrested. I know it’s very difficult to face the society again but i assure you if you had found the courage to do this then you would have emerged a stronger woman. You were only a girl and yet i don’t blame you. I only wanted you to know , you could have lived. Suicide was the easier way out of the problem and you took that. You could have just lived.

To her parents( i really don’t know them)

You should have watched your daughter more carefully. I know it’s really difficult to follow her every moments but you could have instilled the value of courage in her. She was young and died young. You should have told her the pros and cons of using social media. You should have taught her not to trust people so easily that not everything is as good as it is and not everyone is as good as they seem. You should have taught her not to befriend strangers. You should have done so much more and you didn’t. And you lost her.

To her so-called boyfriend.

I don’t have anything to say to you. You deserve nothing but than death.

To Facebook

I know you are too vast and there are too many people around but please try your best to verify only people above 18 use you(at least).

How does it connect to my life? I feel hurt.

Thoughtless

What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it? 

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEARCHING.

 

Down i drift

Into words unknown

Meaning a far oblivious town

Relief brings the big giant

 

With her numerous answers

Too far, too vast

I admire her efficiency

I grow lost in it

 

With each day she brings something new

Growing bigger

She swallows everything whole

I grow thoughtless as i realise

 

How dependent i have become of her

From unknown words to information to books to photos

From films to actors to artists to songs to series

From the unknown land to the known

 

I am rescued from the impossible

The big giant

Is now synonymous for search

And her name you can google.