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.
HRF Keating (31 October 1926 — 27 March 2011)
I will sorely miss you, Mr. Keating.
I shall not miss the Inspector Ghote novels. While there is still public taste for crime fiction novel, they will be a beacon to writers.