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.
Rice - An Exchange
Karaikudi: where I saw a worker gulp rice with plain water. - Max
Rice: half-centimetre of grain that sustains a billion and a half. -me
Married to a rice- eater, I risk life and limb - it tastes like sawdust. - Max