about ME (part 2)

So where were we.... ya ya... i remember, this "me" dude was actually growing unlike many theories that suggested otherwise... and like every other toddler he eventually got his way by hook or by crook. don't worry he didn't start smoking pot or hogging on brown sugar that early but yes he had this strange liking toward the little stones and pebbles that rested on the pavement, he simply used to pop in one or two at a time and keep juggling with them inside his mouth (as reported by his mom). A strange little fellow he was. Daddy said that whenever me got a chance he used to hold onto both his parents hands ,lift his little legs and swing between them while taking a walk together.... what joy ,what happiness it must have been for little me... nobody knows. He would sneak away during lunch if his mummy wasn't watching and feed chapatis to the cows that would come grazing outside... As mummy once also complained that "me" would at times slip into the kitchen when nobody was watching and take a pinch full of salt and taste it then another one and then once more... and this would continue until he heard mum coming towards the kitchen. and then it would follow:
me me?
yes mummy.
eating salt?
no mummy.
telling lies?
no mummy.
open your mouth............... and you know the rest... he would pretend to cry for not long and then when he saw that it was impossible to melt mum, he would just run away with a little devilish smirk on that face of his.
Daddy used to come home early from work and then me and daddy would sit down and prepare kites made up of newspapers and broomstick.. as the joy of simply seeing them soaring away... pure and so fulfilling. the hard work of the whole afternoon  had been paid off well.
 "What are these slimy creatures".." eeeeeek" asked  me to his dad. "these are snails, beautiful creatures aren't they" said his dad. since then me was strangely interested in the little insects all around his home, the trees ,plants, animals and what not... it was such a time to explore these little gifts of nature in all its pristine form. Me loved the gulmohar tree outside his home that was situated atop a hill called 'the dolphin hill'. this was the hill that separated the sea and the city of vishakhapatnam on the south. If not in school then he would climb the tree and pretend to be hiding away from imaginary enemies and then ambushing them at the right time... other times he would just swing on the branches trying to mimic a monkey which has been one of his favorite animals for not so unknown reasons i believe.
Me's father was the in charge of a beautiful lively lighthouse and DGPS (digital global positioning system) station set here on top of the hill.

The view as me still remembers was a view to kill for... he wouldn't forget it ever in his life. That feeling of standing atop the lighthouse at the edge of the hill looking over the seaport, city and sensing as if you were above all others. Flying without wings would seem so literal at times. At night it would turn even more mesmerizing... it had the ability of pulling the whole world  to itself. A man could easily forget all his problems and comfortably let his thoughts go astray... there wouldn't be much difference between how an adult and a child would feel here .......free of all that is earthly... as if it were the end of the world and time itself would stop for you to bathe your soul in this flow of beauty that nature and man had together built.... me would definitely like to go back there sometime.
happy and quite eventful his childhood has been...
oh! school... school was sooo much fun again ,where me got to learn a lot of important stuffs about the world around him... his eyes were wide open with the variety he had to experience and always the choices that he had to make....
more about me and his school days coming soon...
read on....
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