The Diary of Mufassa

No memories remained of the drunken moments except for a mild pain in the weakest part of his fist. Pain from a hairline fracture caused when he had punched the wall hard. That pain reminded him how far he was from what he wanted to be. How helpless he was in front of all the wrongs he wanted to set right. He wanted to take away all their pain, their failures... he wanted to lead them to glory and happiness. But he was so weak ! The dreams burnt inside his heart even as he realized that he was no superhero. But that's what he wanted to become. Not so much for himself. But to avenge all wrongs on behalf of who he cared for. To set everything right. To go back in the past and mend it. Because 'happiness' was the only thing he believed in. - "Why do you always choose to hurt me instead of the others, even if they are more wrong?" -- "Because you're strong enough to carry on even after getting hurt." Yes, he was far from the one that he wanted t...

I am the champagne that was created to celebrate your victory. For years, I had wondered about the reason of my existence. From inside closed walls, i had seen my friends disappear one by one. I had heard the murmur, that I was special. I had been made for the champion. Finally it was my turn. I met you, the champion, as you stood on the podium. The stadium chanted your name. It was dream come true for me. You picked me up, twisted the cork off me. It seemed you wanted to listen to everything that I had eagerly waited to say for so long. As the cork flew off, words flowed like a fountain. It seemed you were happy. You bathed your rivals in the champagne. You took a sip of me. I wanted to please you with my smell, overcome your senses with my essence. I wanted to take your tiredness away. I wanted to tell you, that I had been created for you, and my life has been successful by celebrating your happiness. I wanted to be with you forever. But alas! That was not to be. You put me...