Gayatri tried to tame her long hair, greying at the ends, she stood at the edge of a small hallway leading to the deck of the ship. The deck had been the setting of several farewell parties in the past 7 years but she had never imagined that she or Vidya would ever be the recipients. And yet, the next resident of Tempora to leave was Vidya.
Voices containing cheerful conversations carried through the air towards her. Exhaling silently, she stepped with a smile. Vidya was near the punch table, cornered by a three girls who were talking animatedly.
“I’ll catch up with her sometime later,” she thought to herself. In the meantime, she turned to a nearby huddle of her friends, maintaining a glance in Vidya’s direction out of the corner of her eye.
“Hey Gayatri,” Isha said, as the circle adjusted to include her. “We were talking about the time Vidya jumped out the side of the ship because of it was “like satan’s sauna in here”.”
Gayatri laughed as she recalled the memory. “That was quite unlike her,” she said, picking a cheese roll as a tray floated past her.
“I remember she gave you quite a scare,” chimed in Jay.
“She didn’t know how to swim. I don’t think she still does.”
“I wish I had been there,” said Rita, one of the recent passengers of the Tempora.