Esha Climbs a Mountain

Daybreak. 

The sun snuck in silently through the fluttering curtains.

Esha opened his eyes. Channeling all his energy towards a single purpose, the 6-month-old stretched his body to welcome the new day. 

It was a beautiful morning and the perfect time to start a new adventure.

The little boy inched his head to seek out a new target for his explorations. To his left, a gigantic mountain lay almost within his reach. Splendid. Esha knew his Kor Kor was a great mountain climber and he aspired to be nothing less. Flipping onto his front, the young child stretched his arms towards his target, and inched his body forwards. 

Time was of no essence to Esha, and he painstakingly undertook his endeavour with the determination of a lion stalking its prey. 

At last he reached the foot of the mountain. 

Esha lifted his right arm, and pounded it straight into the mountain. Not skipping a beat, the little boy continued with his left arm, and slammed it into the mountain with identical tenacity.

"Ow!" yelled the mountain.

But Esha was undeterred. He hoisted his upper body, using his arms as support, and manoeuvred his lower body onto the mountain's surface. He then continued the ascent, alternating movement between his right and left arms, which he used to support the rise of his lower limbs.

A loud groan erupted from the mountain.

"Esha!" it cried, "What are you doing! Addy is not a mountain!"

But the young boy was undeterred. By now he had managed to move his entire body up the mountain. Exhausted by the morning's adventure, Esha finally collapsed, his hands clinging to the back of the person he loved.  

And Addy was pleased.