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.
मरकज़ ए हरम से तो नफ़रत ही की जा स्सकती है, वहाँ पे अरमानों की कफ़न जो सिली जाती है
ज़माने से नफ़रत ना करें तो क्या करें, प्यार भरे दिल तोड़कर जो इतराता है|