<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Z]]></title><description><![CDATA[zia ]]></description><link>https://zia0421.wixsite.com/my-site-1/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 14:29:13 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.ziaatsea.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Two Lines a Day]]></title><description><![CDATA[And it happened to us. One day. Her eyes were fear-filled as they took her away. The men in PPE who looked to her like men from space. She did not want to go. Who does. We assured her from a distance, with masks on, that she would soon be back. That it was for a few days. I do not think she understood anything. How could she? No comforting hug. No touch. No words spoken as one held hands. Just a wave from afar. Abandonment. With her was my brother. He had been with her all his life. He too...]]></description><link>https://www.ziaatsea.com/post/two-lines-a-day</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6b3a965329f38dceca08b1</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 11:51:40 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Zia Hajeebhoy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Remembering People]]></title><description><![CDATA[What were the most defining moments in your life? 1960 — asked for one year's leave — refused — went just married. Enjoyed living in a company flat that was big and in a posh place, and perks like a company car, entertainment, and a cook!!! Enjoyed it — met Bonnie and Joan who lived in Nizamuddin, and a Bohri couple on the ground floor. Used to drive every Sunday — Bonnie knew the roads because he was on the Planning Commission. Her dad used to send parcels of food those days — samosas,...]]></description><link>https://www.ziaatsea.com/post/remembering-people</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6b37fdbd78b63a8fd1a52b</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 11:47:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/80b378_c08f2bacb3914af59faede9534f37976~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_534,h_440,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Zia Hajeebhoy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The ABC Club]]></title><description><![CDATA[A big heart. A big house. A big garden. A lifestyle that was high flying yet grounded  He made a badminton court. So that his kids could play. Yes we did grow up with our own badminton court and a lot of place to play.  Mom played her friends played and every one in and around came to play. So much so that no one living there got s chance to play. As the community of badminton players grew Mom decided to formalise it. A club grandly called the Amateur Badminton Club and informally called the...]]></description><link>https://www.ziaatsea.com/post/the-abc-club</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6b364bd0e831b9accff913</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 11:36:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/80b378_efeba496bd5e42d886f17f9058b0ebaa~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_736,h_491,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Zia Hajeebhoy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[On Nigdi]]></title><description><![CDATA[Nigdi — the word conjures up such magic. Such a warmth that envelops each one of us in the family. Mom and her Mom, my dear grandmom whom we fondly called OMA, took us year on year, summer holiday after summer holiday, to this magical getaway. Was it luxurious? No. A five-star getaway with a lazy pool to relax in — no. It was quite the opposite. We had no electricity, which meant we bore the crushing afternoon heat lying on cool floors, not moving, waiting for the harsh sun to go down so we...]]></description><link>https://www.ziaatsea.com/post/on-nigdi</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6b3486d0e831b9accff352</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 11:26:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/80b378_8e24ab51ef7941809c3f23bda0b02bf6~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_736,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Zia Hajeebhoy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Moonlight Magic]]></title><description><![CDATA[A full Moon night. A terrace with an open sky. Young hearts. A party.  Mom with her constant concern for people decided the party must have equal boys and girls - so no one feels LEFT OUT!!! Yes those were the days when we danced with partners and the perfect host that my MOM was she wanted to ensure e one had a girl in their arms !!! Cliff Richard style  With all the planning she was so sorry to know that last minute one person said he could not come. YES those were also the days people call...]]></description><link>https://www.ziaatsea.com/post/moonlight-magic</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6b32a7d0e831b9accfef0a</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 11:18:25 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/80b378_56751c6bef2e45aeb956fc8cb4a784cc~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_735,h_490,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Zia Hajeebhoy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A dad who said it flowers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Every morning him he would choose the flowers carefully with the Gardner. They were placed in a custom made box which had five compartments which held flat bottomed bottles  filled with water. The little mobile flower holder with choice flowers would then be placed in his car When he would visit people he would take his bunch of colour and fragrance and present it to his host. He would accept the heart felt thanks but watchfully wait for a while. If the flowers were kept away on a table, he...]]></description><link>https://www.ziaatsea.com/post/a-dad-who-said-it-flowers</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6b31605329f38dcec9ee19</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 11:15:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/80b378_4b54af3c839d4c989cc6421f72905cb3~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Zia Hajeebhoy</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Remembering Rex]]></title><description><![CDATA[A bungalow opposite with a big dog. The family was going abroad and wanted a home that would care for the pet they had to leave behind. With great reluctance her dad agreed to taking in the canine,  with a strict condition that he would never  be allowed into the house. So there he was,  this sheep dog cum Alsatian,  proud and loving, sleeping in the garage.  He was restricted to the garden and a friendship soon developed. Jackie the house help who was part of the family and Mom would feed...]]></description><link>https://www.ziaatsea.com/post/remembering-rex</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6b2fefbd78b63a8fd18f69</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2026 11:09:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/80b378_c749c929ea9544019d3977659ae48cae~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_736,h_704,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Zia Hajeebhoy</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>