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.
Jamuns - An Exchange
The jamuns ripen, loaded with juice - thick, black, sweet. Soap-sellers rejoice. - me
Stone split warm skin juice trickles, berries plop joy in purple urchin mouths. - Alaka