Time Travel
The world seemed different in 2050. Mayra could see particles of white sand floating all around her. “Everyone used to say the world will end by 2030,” she thought in amazement.
Her lips broke into a smile as she saw Kartik uncle at a distance. He must be around 120 years old by now, she wondered.
“Hey Mayra,” said a voice from behind.
“Mayra,” she replied.
“What are you doing here?”
“I am just… ah… time travelling, Mayra.”
“Never saw you before, is this your first time travel?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Hey, I still remember that dress!”
The Drink
“But see people are enjoying here,” Sanjana said in an attempt to coax Khushi to have a drink. “I am not able to hold both the glasses. At least hold one of these,” she said while moving her hand towards her friend in an attempt to make her hold the drink.
All Khushi could say while taking the drink in her hand was, “according to me they are just creating noise pollution and dancing at their stupidities. Trust me they are stupid.”
“Oh come on, don’t be a spoilsport,” Sanjana defended.
“Hey, let me use the ladies room,” said Sanjana and abruptly walked away from the dance floor.
“Sanjana, I hope you spiked her drink,” asked a rouge voice as she stood there, next to the ladies room.
“Yes.”
“That’s your cash, you may leave now.”
Sanjana’s eyes lit up as she saw so many currency notes in front of her.
“Thank you, she said while offering him the drink she had been holding in her hand for some time now.”
Sanjana quickly went into the ladies room and made a phone call.
“You, spiked his drink?” Asked a voice on the other side of the phone.
“Yes.”
“Great, now lets get out of here. Didn’t I tell you, people here are stupid?”
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