If I had one week to live, I'd go back to the city where I took my first breath: Indore, India.
I've never been back, never met the people who lived in the flat above ours, never knew what the air (however dense) was like or how the street food tasted. And I can't imagine leaving this life without experiencing that.
I'd want to spend at least 2-3 days in my home city, visit the hospital where I was born, meet those long-lost third cousins and uncles who knew my parents before I was ever in the picture. I want to hang out with my parents' old friends if I can. My mom grew up in Karachi, Pakistan, but maybe her friends will be visiting.
I want to see pictures of my late Amir Dada who had a kind heart but a mind troubled with debilitating epilepsy. My grandparents took care of him until his dying breath. I remember people telling me how surprisingly gentle he was with me when I was born.
I want to sleep on the roof of that apartment building my pops grew up in, something my parents said they did during the cooling months at the end of summer and right before autumn.
I want to visit my dad's school and maybe meet a teacher or colleague. And I want to visit the clinic where he saw his first patient.
After spending some time in Indore, I want to visit New Delhi and Jaipur and Mumbai and wherever else my parents shared memories. I'd love to visit women journalists in the country, to tell them how much I admire them and that their efforts and impacts are recognized all around the globe. I want to tell them to keep fighting. Keep voicing for the voiceless.
I think I want to spend my last night in Goa, sitting on the beach with my mom, my dad, my brother and my two dogs. Lady, my white-haired pointer bulldog mix would be skipping through the sea without a care in the world. She's a free spirit like that.
Scamper, my aging lab terrier mutt would keep his head on my lap as he tried to fall asleep.
The breeze is just right, the sky's colored in purply-pink hues and I feel happy.
The #100daychallenge writing series is my way of holding my right brain accountable for all the brain fog in hopes that I'll learn to creatively organize my thoughts and learn something(s) new about myself in the process. The challenge includes prompts from the San Francisco Writers' Grotto's 642 Things to Write About. You can also follow my #100daychallenge here.