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!”
