Mrs Darcy's Apple Pies

What is love? A useless throbbing of our beating organ nothing more than that.

Same old me, same old you

Nothing has changed since you've gone

That has been her definition of love ever since she witnessed her weakling of a mother ghosting her near a narrow alley outside 'Bob's bakers'.

She was too weak to stand up for her own kid, for her only daughter whom she brought in this crazy world.

Ever since that unfateful day, she has been living on the streets more precisely on that very street where it all began.

Sometimes all you ever want is solace. That was what her seventeen year old mind came up to keep her going through the harshness of life. When life gets harsh, turn your back towards it. In this way you won't face the cruelties at the forefront. These are not some intellectual's inspirational quotes,-but Melanie's thoughts.

The only thing that kept her going through the trauma of being homeless were Mrs Darcy's Apple pies. Bob's wife, a beautiful old lady. She gave her a place in her home making her secure. With her wrinkling fingers she would place a warm blanket over her, with her eyes of kindness and love, she would make her feel alive all over again. Her apple pies were to die for.

She would always keep a box filled with her warmness at the backdoor of the bakery making it easier for her to fetch it. There are times that make you feel worthless in your own eyes. Those are the harshess days of all. Instead of dwelling in the numbness of one's mind turn your focus on the delicacy's of life just like these apple pies. A blessing in disguise that made her believe in GOD.

Life kept going on and on until one unfateful day. Everything has its end. Browning of leaves, wrinkling of skin, blurring of vision warns the nearing end of a beautiful life and that was what exactly happened with sweet Mrs Darcy.

It was a warm summer evening, Melanie sat near the backdoor of the bakery. Her silent tears were telling the story behind those green eyes that were once alive but had gone blank again. A void so wide, a pain hardly bearable.

Opening of the door didn't caught her attention but placing of a box on her lap did. Looking up at the kind person her eyes widen for a mili second.

Same golden hair, same kind blue eyes.

He was elegant & refined and would surely fit in amongst the upper crust of society. His viking Gold hair sat messily on his wide forehead, those hawkish eyebrows, the striking green in his blue eyes. He was handsome from the intensity of his gaze to the softness of his tone.

He was here to make her believe in love again. Mrs Darcy's son, Abraham. Throwing her way a gentle smile, he squeezed her hand assuring her of the better days.

He made sure her definition of love needed to be upgraded. It was a long journey ahead and she was nowhere near surrendering. The fogging of her mind started to clear as her conscience mocked her for not listening to your heart and giving yourself a chance.

Only the special ones get another chance at life, so make the most of it

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ Rumi

The silence of the night was here, the smell of manure in the air with a great storm ravaging in her heart. The thumping footsteps made her stiffen awaiting his impending arrival.

"You must like the silence of the night to ensure yourself that you are sane person" his voice was like a snowflake finally resting on the crust of earth.

"Why must a person be sane?" She was sure, he must have thought of her as an insane person now.

A velvety chuckle made her look at him as he sat beside her on the steps leaving a small distance between them. The earthy aroma of sandalwood, attracted her to lean towards him and he was sure of her reaction to his personality.

"Only the ones wanting to be seen would say something like this. You must give yourself for once to spell out your frsutration, look out for yourself and be there for whenever your heart calls out to you" his warm, gentle barritone decreased to certain octaves making her squirm in her place. His words caused a stir in her heart.

Her tears of sadness falling like a shower as she sobbed just like a sprinkle of rain on a barren land awaiting its impending doom. He made sure to be there for her. Made her feel wanted.

All good times must meet their end. His time with her ended but it imprinted a positive hope of living in her mind. He made his appearance useful for Melanie's insecurities. Just as she ran a hand over her face to wipe out these tracherous tears, a far away vouce caught her attention.

A shocked gasp left her lips at the sight of the small television inside the bakery that repeated the same news over and over again. Those words kept ringing in her mind as she placed a hand on her mouth to stop herself from screaming like a maniac.

Her hands went towards that box of pie, that he brought for her but there was nothing. He wasn't nowhere, he was actually never here.

"A young man, reportedly son of a famous baker Bob Morrison died in a car crash last night. The cause of the accident is reportedly known as a hit and run case....."

He wasn't nowhere, He was never here.

But that shadow has been serving you!

What hurts you, blesses you.

Darkness is your candle.

Your boundaries are your quest.

You must have shadow and light source both.

Listen, and lay your head under the tree of awe. ~Rumi