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.
A Western Ghat
Take 17 shades of green, 6 of brown, droplets of red, yellow and violet, a loud dash of orange. Beat in some shadows, a few ruptive spots of silver.
Arrange on hillock in random order. Garnish with blue sky and white clouds. Serve with birdsong and scented breeze.