A few days back, a friend of mine had an accident. A motor-car knocked him down. He was taken to a hospital. I came to know about this. I visited the hospital. I saw my friend. He was injured. But the injury was not serious. The doctor told me that he would soon be cured and leaves the hospital.

My friend was in the casualty-ward of the hospital. There were thirty beds in this ward. Some of the patients were in different kinds of plasters. They had broken their bones. One poor man was almost wholly in plaster. I spoke softly to my friend. I gave him courage. Then I left him. I took a round of other wards. I saw much pain and suffering. But I also saw much healing and happiness. The smart nurses in their white uniforms were a comforting sight. The doctors in their neat aprons, and with stethoscope hanging from their necks, looked like agents of God.

I liked the skill, courage and patience with which all these people were fighting physical troubles. I left the hospital. I wished all its patients a speedy recovery. I can still remember the smell of the hospital.