superhero

i was born on may 16th.mom always said that i had no chance of survival and was the last hope.everyone loved me.i was the 'jewel' in family.when i was three i went in the nursury.i met a my first friend Charles. i called him' Captain' as i was fascinated by peter pan in the age of three. me and Charles were inseparable.but soon we were seperated.
time went by and i was in school.i got higher and higher each year.good marks,good sportsman,good orator.no one stood in front of me. i thought i was a superhero and decided to help everyone.suddenly one day what didi see?Charles facing me. now i had somebody to compete. so my journey as a superhero to succced and crush the villan started. the school was our battelfield. i tried to protect the innocent people in front of me. i was worshipped. every result passed by i got better.everytime batman has to win.no one can stop superman.
i remember that on August 15 th will be my day of glory . my name was announced and i won. i came on the stage and looked at everyone. the land which supporting me slipped away. there i saw Captain sitting with everyone smiling at me. i was the jewel and i created a hero. no not me. superman used to always win the last battle. i realized the jewel had created captain.the captain existed because he had to confront the jewel.no one worshipped me they were afraid. afraid of the villan punishing them.
i was standing not on stage of victory but on death bed.What could i do.I looked at the captain and accepted my death and saw my funeral in front of my eyes. the villan was indeed crushed.

comic books are nothing but story of daily life. we create our own heroes and villans. by law of nature they battle never stops. what we remember in the end who were -superheroes and villans in our life.