His real name was Matthew. Yes.
Well after discovering that whom he thought his real parents, were actually not, he was feeling oblivious of the true value of the word "real" itself.
From his early childhood he remembered that they were leading a nomadic life – almost nomadic. They never stopped at one place – no matter how good was that place – more than two years. Two years was the maximum limit. He remembered Ullu was the place where they stayed for complete two years. In a villa. His father – now he knew his foster father – had leased the villa for two years. At family dinner times his foster mother would talk about the charm of the hill station. How serene and sublime it was. It was a heaven on earth. Watching the snow capped mountains, the river flowing before the villa and different types of song birds and tall fir and birch trees were a luxury according to her. But then Adam – Matthew's foster father would warn her against taking Matthew to outside. When in the middays Adam would be out of the villa for marketing or some other purpose, Matthew would sneak out through the French window of his room and play with cold water of the river for hours. He was only nine then. He would make paper boats and flow them in the river. When feeling bored of playing with paper boats he would return to his room. He did not know then that his grandpa was keeping an eye on him all those time. He was never out of their (his foster parents') sights. But as a child he thought he evaded them. He could escape them when he liked. But now when he remembered these childish things he felt heated. For no reason he was treated as a prisoner. When he grew up his zeal to escape, though he was trying to control it, was growing stronger and stronger.
They used to live in secluded places. Many-a-times while buying estates or getting them for lease for two years, the agents had commented that Adam had a knack for the Gothic or haunted houses. Generally they were placed in forests or hills or far off places. In his childhood he used to wonder do all people live like them. But in nursery rhyme books or story books he would see groups of kids playing together – enjoying or fighting – some even bully others; but they were good in numbers. In his childhood he would stare at other kids if he chanced upon any with Eve's wonder. Yes, he lived in insular places; but never felt lonely. For there was his constant companion, his grandpa with him always. In the mornings and in the evenings he would take boy Matthew on long walks. Matthew would walk and run around grandpa. His grandpa seemed a massive man to him. With his tanned skin and snow-white hair, tigerly moustaches and lionly mane. His manly and commanding voice. His carved walking stick. One day when unnoticed Matthew found himself near a bear and the creature was about to attack him, his grandpa pointed his walking stick toward the sky and did some magic clicks and a bullet shot out of the end of the end of the walking stick with a frightening sound. The bear ran for her life. When Matthew grew up, he realized that grandpa's walking stick was a personalized rifle.
During these walks his grandpa taught him several tribal and regional languages along with the primary languages. His grandpa even taught him which herbs has medicinal quality; the behavior of birds and animals; swimming and other natural things like climbing a tree; finding way in a dense forest, etc. When they would return home his mother would bath him or arrange for his bath; then it was time for family launch. Then in turns his father Adam and his mother would teach him Mathematics, science, social science and literature etc. In free times they would allow Matthew to roam around the gales or play with hares and tortoises or simply read story books. When he became ten his grandpa taught him how to play chess. Matthew was a quick learner. One day his grandpa commented to his son, "We are growing an educated Tarzan."
He was ten and half when he for the first time saw a newspaper in reality. Well, not the whole newspaper; but just a part of it. A salesman used to pass the gale where the boy Matthew used to play, carrying basketful of raisins on his head. Matthew once bargained for a handful of raisins for a one dollar which he had won by playing a chess game with his grandpa. The salesman wrapped several handfuls of raisins into a cone made out of a torn part of a newspaper. Ten years old Matthew chewed raisins quickly, and then he devoted the whole day to the newspaper cut. It was like a vista to his little childish mind into a vast world. He had only read about a newspaper in books; but never saw it for real. He felt as Aureliano Buendia in One Hundred Years of Solitude felt first seeing ice in a fair. It was magical. He did not want to throw the piece of newspaper away. He wanted to reread although he had done it several times already. He wanted it always near him. So he hid it under his shoe sole. Whenever he wanted it he would sneak to his shoe and touch it, feel it and feel relaxed and feel connected to the whole world. One night at dinner time he requested to get a newspaper as a gift for his next birthday. Adam ignored it and insisted upon buying a new book of Rick Riordan. When Adam said no, he knew it was no use arguing. Otherwise Adam would get angry very soon or scold him or would not talk to him for weeks. But one day he found out that Adam went to nearby town and bought newspaper regularly and after reading it threw it inside a dustbin. Matthew was disheartened seeing it.
When the newspaper cutting withered away he had to throw it away; but with a heavy heart. Then he would buy raisins for the sake of newspaper cuttings in regular intervals. Thus he got connected to the world through old and torn newspaper cuttings. At the age of twelve he read an actual proper newspaper, while once sneaking out on his midday secret tour toward town and there in the town he found a public library. He had read about libraries; but had never been to one. Yes, he had seen his father's private library of classic and pop culture books. He was amazed by this simple edifice of society which was a common thing for other people. He was awestruck by the number of people reading newspapers and books. Everyone was sitting in a different position. Everyone was reading in a unique style. He also took a vacant seat, grabbed a newspaper and read it thoroughly. He frequented the public library later. Later he discovered that not everything published in a newspaper's read by everyone. He also became choosey: cartoon, sports news, international news and occasionally regional news. Everything he read seemed to his young mind stranger than fiction. He did not share these experiences even with his grandpa. At the age of thirteen he first encountered a television inside a park. The television was placed on top of a tower and covered by a dome. He was amazed to find such equipments really existed. This year was a transformative age. The horizon of his imagination grew and the movies he watched in cinema halls helped it grow. At first no one in his family noticed it; but later they noticed it and querried about his reason of returning home late. He had to confess about his new hobby. Obviously Adam did not like the idea of letting their boy watch movies with other people; but with grandpa's sanction it was allowed.
When he was a child what appeared to him strangest is the schooling system. A group of children has to wake up early in the morning, get ready, get launch box and water bottle ready, sit inside a bus and go to a building called school. There elder people called teachers teaching one important subject to their students. Routine, regularity fascinated him. In his childhood he even pressed on going to a school. But Adam did not talk to him for a week and Matthew stopped asking for joining in a school. But the child Matthew asked his mother why he could not go to a school; why he could not live the life of an ordinary boy. Susan would say, "Now you are a little boy. When you will grow up we will answer all your questions."