Little Green Songbird Anika Seshadri
“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Her emerald eyes peered deep into mine. I scoffed, amused by a confidence I could only describe as remarkable. “No. It doesn’t exist—” “I want to become a songbird,” she whispered so faintly she could be mistaken for the crisp breeze. Dragging my hand, she pulled me down the undiscovered trail all the while singing her favorite song. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, You make me happy when skies are grey.” Her sweet voice cascaded through the canyon. The frolicking river below seemed to drum a base and left my heart thumping to the beat of her playful steps. We spent an eternity entwined with sweet words, delicate smiles, and blissful memories. Leaping over the flames and obstacles with hands entwined because we had each other, and that was enough. 50
