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.
It was raining hopelessly yesterday as I was walking towards Borivali station. Unprepared for rain, I was trying to walk past people, dashing from below one umbrella to another umbrella. And then one guy just said I could walk the few metres under his umbrella - a perfect stranger, under no obligation to share his umbrella. I hadn't even asked him. I had just ducked my head under his umbrella, hoping to pass on to the next in a few seconds, but he let me walk with him. I reached the station, thanked him and went my way.
I don't know his name, nor do I know anything about him. Just that he was nice to me when I needed niceness.