When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
HONEST CABBIE RETURNS BAG CONTAINING CURRENCY WORTH ONE LAKH.
Happy headline.
"why did you not keep some? You have a bright child to send to medical college." asks relieved millionaire heiress.
"Such earnings will disappear quickly. Honesty is everything. I am nobody without it. And the exclusive story rights to the Mirror are fetching more."
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