<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Family on Rik Kisnah - Blog</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/tags/family/</link><description>Recent content in Family on Rik Kisnah - Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2026 00:00:00 -0700</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/tags/family/feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Decade of Ranjiv: Poems, Memory, and Love</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/ranjiv-ten-years-anniversary/</link><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2026 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/ranjiv-ten-years-anniversary/</guid><description>Marking ten years since Ranjiv’s passing with poems from Rik and Dad, reflections, and memory.</description></item><item><title>Seven Days at Sea: A Family Tradition</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/disney-cruise-2025/</link><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2025 09:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/disney-cruise-2025/</guid><description>Disclaimer: The views expressed in this article are my own and do not represent those of my employer. This content was generated with the assistance of AI language models but curated and controlled by me. For more of my writing, visit rikkisnah.github.io.
Every year, without negotiation or debate, we do this.
A Disney cruise.
Together.
It is not about novelty anymore. It is about continuity. About anchoring time to something predictable in a world that rarely is.</description></item><item><title>Thanksgivings 2025</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/thanksgivings-2025/</link><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/thanksgivings-2025/</guid><description>Sharmilla and Georges flew far from the cold, From Mauritius to Canada, and across oceans bold. With Isaiah beside them, smiling and bright, They landed in Seattle for warmth, food, and light.
Rikesh and Estelle opened their home with grace, Where Rekha and Roy brought joy to the space. Cousins united, a family made whole; Laughter and stories that strengthen the soul.
We celebrated Isaiah; his birthday, his cheer, A memory stamped into this beautiful year.</description></item><item><title>The Circle of Three</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/the-circle-of-three/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2025 15:00:40 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/the-circle-of-three/</guid><description>A reflection on the bonds that form the foundation of a life—family, love, and the quiet strength found in togetherness.
The Circle of Three In morning light he stands so still, A quiet strength, an iron will.
Yet when their laughter fills the air, His heart forgets all weight and care.
Rekha, the song that warms his days, Her smile, a sun through life&amp;rsquo;s long haze. Roy, his echo, bold and free, A mirror of what love can be.</description></item><item><title>Mauritius Summer Holidays 2025 - Three Weeks of Family, Legacy, and New Beginnings</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/mauritius-summer-holidays-2025/</link><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2025 10:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/mauritius-summer-holidays-2025/</guid><description>I spent three unforgettable weeks in Mauritius during July-August 2025. This trip was special in so many ways - it was about honoring family legacy, building new opportunities, and celebrating the people who matter most.
1. Baptism of Laxmi Villa - A Dream Reborn Estelle and I completed the renovation of Laxmi Villa, the house Dad and Ma built in 1999 after I left Mauritius. The three-floor structure has always held meaning for our family:</description></item><item><title>Too Young to Die</title><link>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/too-young-to-die/</link><pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2016 00:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid>https://www.rik-kisnah.ai/posts/too-young-to-die/</guid><description>A poem for my brother. Reflecting on life, family, and the passage of time. In Remembrance Memorial and Remembrance for Ranjiv
Too Young to Die Once I was four years old, i told my mama &amp;ldquo;Pretty woman walking down the streah haha&amp;rdquo; Then she shouted at me and i said mama &amp;ldquo;You ugly woman, yacking down the stream yah&amp;rdquo;
That was then and the world was smaller And everything was so simpler and life was gentler My brother and I were running down the roads in Sodnac Drinking our dad&amp;rsquo;s secret stash of cognac</description></item></channel></rss>