About Me
Welcome to my family page! Here you'll get to know all about me and my wonderful family. Each person here brings their own special magic to our story. So sit back, relax, and let me introduce you to the amazing people who make my world so special!
Me!
Hiiii! My name is Arayana Mahi Kumar (though mostly known as Mahi). I am a food lover! I am also a bookworm. Nothing beats a good book, some snacks and a comfy chair. I also love art and craft (but because of my little sister, my art supplies get raided every now and then). I also chant Bhagavat Gita (holy Sanskrit script). And I also know how to make a microwave mug cake.
Also, I am a fan of writing stories. Check out Story Time in the navbar to read some of my stories. But before you do, check out this sweet poem about me!
There blooms a girl with a heart so bright,
Mahi, the creative sprite, genuine and true,
With a passion for art that always shines through.
With brushes in hand and a palette of dreams,
She dances with colors, like vibrant sunbeams,
On canvas, her thoughts come alive, oh so grand,
As strokes and swirls create a masterpiece, hand in hand.
But Mahi's creativity doesn't end with art,
Her appetite for life's flavors sets her apart,
From spicy curries to sweet treats divine,
The joy of eating brings her taste buds alive.
She savors every meal, embracing each bite,
Food is her canvas, with flavors taking flight,
The fusion of spices, a symphony on her tongue,
Mahi's love for food, like a song to be sung.
And as day turns to night, her bookshelf she'll explore,
With paperbacks and novels, in her cozy little corner,
She dives into stories, worlds yet unknown,
Lost between pages, where her mind will roam.
From fantasy realms to tales of animals,
She's entwined in words, lost in a dream,
Books are her escape, where she finds delight,
A reading adventure that fills her with light.
So here's to Mahi, the girl with art in her soul,
Whose love for food and books makes her whole,
A creative spirit, shining so bright,
Inspiring us all to chase our dreams with all our might.
Credit to AI Poem Generator
Muma
My Muma is the biggest worker in the whole family (she is a big cleanly freak). But still, I love her (alot!). She is also very creative and encourages me to do my best. Here is a beautiful poem about her:
Lives a mother known for her culinary delight,
Muma, a loving soul beyond compare,
With a heart so gentle and always aware.
With an apron tied tight around her waist,
She creates magic with every dish she taste,
Her pots and pans, gleaming in a row,
A symphony of aromas, a captivating show.
Muma's touch transforms food into art,
Each meal a masterpiece, crafted with heart,
She sprinkles love in every spice and grain,
A flavor symphony that dances on the palate plain.
From morning cakes, tender and sweet,
To hearty stews that bring warmth complete,
Muma's recipes, cherished and shared,
For her family, a love that cannot be compared.
And oh, her kitchen, a picture so clean,
Shining countertops, a sight to be seen,
Every surface polished, spotless and neat,
A sanctuary of order where love and care meet.
With meticulous hands, she scrubs and she sweeps,
Every crumb, every speck, away she keeps,
Her devotion to cleanliness knows no end,
To create a haven where her loved ones can depend.
But Muma's love extends far beyond the table,
Her tender embrace, always willing and able,
She listens, she guides, through laughter and tears,
A pillar of strength, comforting all fears.
Through sleepless nights and days that seem long,
Her love remains steadfast, unwavering and strong,
A guiding light, a beacon in the dark,
A shoulder to lean on, an unending spark.
So let us raise a toast to dear Muma,
Her love, her cooking, and her sparkling charisma,
For in her care, our hearts forever shall find,
A loving mother, a treasure, one of a kind.
Credit to AI Poem Generator
Daddy
Ok, I'm gonna be truthful with you. If it weren't for my Daddy, this website wouldn't exist, and also, I'd be like a headless chicken, with not even a clue about what html is.He is the one who told me to learn about html. I love Daddy alot (especially when he is not grumpy). When he's not grumpy, he is usually the one to convince Muma to go out and pull her mind out of work. Here's a wonderful poem about him:
Lives a Dad who's truly something to behold,
He's Daddy, the king of pillow fights,
And also, a true gelato-loving delight.
With laughter and joy, our nights begin,
As Daddy enters, pillow in hand, with a grin,
He whisks us away in thrilling delight,
Swirling, twirling, amidst the pillow fight.
Feathers dance and float through the air,
As giggles and squeals fill every corner, everywhere,
In this playful chaos, love is the theme,
A family bonded, tight-knit, like a dream.
But Daddy's affection spreads beyond playful wars,
For his heart is as sweet as a gelato's allure,
He scoops us up, with tenderness and care,
Embarking on outings, our smiles, we now share.
Hand in hand, we wander the streets,
Finding gelato, a sugary, frozen treat,
Daddy's eyes spark, with flavors galore,
As he indulges, tasting each one, never a bore.
From chocolate to strawberry, and even pistachio green,
Daddy's gelato choice is always happily seen,
He savors the scoops, as happiness takes its hold,
Sharing stories and laughter, as the night unfolds.
With Daddy by our side, life is a delight,
Pillow fights and gelato, make every moment bright,
His love wraps us close, like a warm embrace,
Creating memories, filled with joy and grace.
So here's to Daddy, the king of our hearts,
Whose love, like gelato, never truly departs,
In pillow fights and scoops, our bond ever grows,
With laughter and sweetness, love forever bestows.
Credit to AI Poem Generator
Ananya
Ananya is my little sister. She is very annoying at times, and sometimes fun (but most of the time, SHE IS SO ANNOYING!)I still love her though. Here is a little poem about her:
Lives an enchanting girl, a sprite by her side.
Her name is Ananya, a girl so full of cheer,
With eyes that twinkle and a heart so sincere.
Her imagination knows no bounds or ends,
She dances with unicorns, makes wishes with friends.
In fields of daisies, she weaves magic spells,
Creating stories in places where nobody dwells.
Ananya's smile illuminates the darkest night,
Her laughter, like music, takes you to new heights.
Her mind is a playground where ideas take flight,
With colors and shapes, she makes everything bright.
With paintbrush in hand and a canvas so white,
Ananya creates wonders, her strokes are so light.
She paints rainbows in the sky, with every hue,
And her whimsical art turns the gray sky to blue.
She dreams of fairies that dance in the moon,
Of talking animals and hot air balloons.
With a twinkle in her eye, she sets sail on the sea,
Exploring the world with her wild fantasy.
Ananya is a reflection of pure innocence and glee,
Her imagination is a treasure for all to see.
She reminds us to let go and let dreams take flight,
To believe in magic, and embrace all that's bright.
So let's join hands with Ananya, in her world so grand,
Where imagination thrives and dreams are fanned.
For in the realm of possibilities, we are all free,
Inspired by Ananya, the girl who sets imaginations free.
Credit to AI Poem Generator
Nani
My Nani is the best! She is really fun and she makes my favourite meals. She's left my family with balloon tummies because of her sweet treats! Here's a poem about her:
A loving grandma, with a heart full of love, a joy to meet.
Her name is Nani, the queen of treats, a delight she bestows,
With ladoos and kaju katlis and gulab jamun that she surely knows.
In her kitchen, the magic unfurls, as Nani begins her creation,
Mixing the ingredients with love, adding flavors and imagination.
The flavors come alive in her hands, her touch filled with care,
Each sweet, a masterpiece of love, a taste beyond compare.
Ladoos so round and golden, melt divine upon the tongue,
Kaju katlis, thin and delicate, with every bite, a symphony sung.
And gulab jamun, soaked in syrup, each bite a heavenly bliss,
Nani's sweets, like a sweet melody, in our hearts forever exist.
But Nani's sweetness does not end with her culinary delights,
She spoils us with her love, filling our days with pure delight.
With a tender touch and gentle smile, she showers us with affection,
To Nani, we are treasures she cherishes, her hearts' true connection.
She sings us lullabies, as we drift into dreams, wrapped in her embrace,
And tells us stories filled with wonder, transporting us to a magical place.
Her arms feel like the safest haven, her love, an eternal embrace,
Nani whispers secrets of love and life, leaving a lasting trace.
Oh, dear Nani, you are more than just a baker of sweets,
Your love and warmth bring us joy, making our lives complete.
The memories we weave with you, dear Nani so dear,
Are precious gems that we hold close, forever crystal clear.
So here's to Nani, the queen of treats, her love and sweetness divine,
May her days be filled with warmth and joy, like the sun's golden shine.
We are blessed to have her in our lives, our guardian and our friend,
Nani, the maker of sweets and memories, a love that'll never end.
Credit to AI Poem Generator
Nana
Not only that my Nana spoils us rotten with sweets and treats, but he's also a great helper in the kitchen!. He is also super fun, but he does get mad at me and Ananya at times. Here's a poem about him:
There's a grandpa called Nana, he's the star of the show.
With a twinkle in his eyes and a heart so kind,
He fills our days with joy, leaving worries behind.
Nana's pockets hold treasures, oh, what a delight,
M&M's he brings, colorful and bright.
With each tiny handful, our laughter takes flight,
Such sweet chocolate bliss, a childhood's pure delight.
But Nana's magic doesn't stop with candies so fine,
He brings us guavas, juicy and divine.
With tender care, he plucks them from the trees,
Sharing nature's sweetness, like a gentle breeze.
Together we sit, enjoying each fruity bite,
Savoring the flavors that dance with delight.
Hand in hand, my sister and I smile with glee,
Grateful for Nana's love and his sweet bounty.
For in our hearts, his love forever will stay,
Guiding us, teaching us, each and every day.
From M&M's to guavas, through life's highs and lows,
Nana's love sustains us, as our story unfolds.
So here's to Nana, the hero in our tale,
Whose love and sweetness will never fail.
May his pockets stay full of candies and fruit,
As we continue to cherish his love, absolute.
Credit to AI Poem Generator
Mummy Ji
My Mummy Ji (my grandma) loves me alot. She is very funny and she protects me. She has come to NZ when Annaya was born. I don't ever remember her being mad at me before. Here's a poem about her:
A loving force, a guiding light,
With open arms, she warmly embraces,
Her grandkids' hearts, in safest places.
Her laughter dances through the air,
A joyful sound, beyond compare,
Every moment spent, with playful cheer,
Her funny jokes, bring smiles near.
With knitting needles, she weaves her art,
Creating sweaters from the very start,
Scarves of warmth, that tightly cling,
A tangible love, her knittings bring.
In her arms, a haven so cozy,
Her presence makes everything rosy,
Whispered secrets, she lovingly hears,
Protecting her flock, casting away fears.
Mummy Ji, a fortress of care,
Ready to defend, always aware,
She guards her grandkids, like a shield,
With love so fierce, their hearts revealed.
Through tender words, she offers advice,
Guiding paths, like stars in the night,
Her wisdoms shared, with gentle grace,
Navigate life's challenges, at steady pace.
In her embrace, memories are made,
Of laughter, warmth, and love conveyed,
With Mummy Ji, life's sweeter by far,
A radiant love, like a shining star.
Credit to AI Poem Generator
Dada Ji
My Dada Ji (my grandpa) is crazy about mine and Ananya's education, but he always brings us laddoos from the mandir (temple). Here's a poem about him:
A kind-hearted soul, as gentle as can be.
With love overflowing, his heart's offering tide,
Bringing sacred sweet ladoos from the temple wide.
Every morning, his footsteps dance with delight,
In the temple's serenity, he finds respite.
With great fervor, he prays for all of us,
Seeking blessings abundant, without any fuss.
But it's not just his prayers he holds so dear,
Dada Ji's love extends, crystal clear.
For education's flame, he sets it aglow,
In our young minds, nurturing seeds to grow.
His words become guideposts in our journey ahead,
Lighting our path, as he affectionately tread.
He tells tales of wisdom, sparkling with grace,
Planting knowledge seeds, in our minds' fertile space.
With a twinkle in his eyes and warmth in his smile,
He unlocks the doors of learning with style.
Dada Ji's voice, soothing like a harp's gentle tune,
Inspires curiosity, like the bright harvest moon.
Like a beacon of knowledge, he stands tall and strong,
Encouraging us to question, to correct when we're wrong.
His wisdom, a treasure trove, shining so bright,
Gently shaping our thoughts with his radiant light.
Dada Ji, oh, how you've blessed our lives,
Your love and care, like a river that thrives.
Ladoos and lessons, you generously bring,
Nurturing our minds, like a cherubic spring.
Today, as we honor the love you bestow,
May our gratitude, in our poem, happily flow.
Dada Ji, you're the guardian of our affection,
For us, you are the epitome of perfection.
Credit to AI Poem Generator