A few days ago, I came to know that my friend Rahul had met with an accident and had been admitted to a hospital. I went to see him that very evening. Rahul was in the emergency ward on the ground floor. As soon as he saw me, he smiled and waved from his bed. I was happy to find him in such good spirits. He told me that a car had knocked him off his bicycle, but fortunately he had escaped with only a few minor injuries.

I thanked God that he was safe. While talking to Rahul, I looked around the ward. I saw patients suffering from different illnesses and injuries. Some appeared to be in great pain, while others lay quietly on their beds. A few seemed cheerful despite their condition. I sat with Rahul for about half an hour and then wished him a speedy recovery before leaving.

Before going home, I walked around the hospital out of curiosity. I felt sorry for the patients there. Smart and hardworking nurses in clean white uniforms moved quickly from one bed to another. I also saw doctors examining patients and speaking to their families.

As I left the hospital, I silently wished all the patients a quick recovery. The smell of medicines and disinfectants, along with the sight of people suffering from illness and pain, stayed in my mind for a long time.