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A Smile Story.

Hundreds of people walk into the professional life of a doctor, but the moment they walk out of the consulting room, they are gone from the mind of the physician. Those with which we cannot arrive at a conclusive diagnosis lingers for some time till we succeed at the right one. After all, it's the life of a person we are working on; the space for error has to be zero.


There was this medium frame, tall, wheatish woman, who always used to narrate her complaints with a smile on her face. It was for a mild fever she consulted me years back. Having found relief in my prescriptions, she brought her grown-up children for various mild and moderate ailments. Never in her, any visits have I seen an anxious face on her. Smiling, smiling, and always smiling. In any case, anyone would conclude that this woman has a happy life, especially a great marriage.


On one such visit, she asked me if there is any treatment for alcoholism in Homoeopathy? "Definitely" was my reply and enquired who the patient was? "My Husband" was her return reply as she opened the pandora's box of her marriage, not even once without her usual cheerful disposition. How could this woman narrate such extreme woes of her life with such a wonderful smile on her face? It was not a fake one concealing her hidden grief. 


My curiosity grew no bounds as I gathered up the courage to ask this woman as to how she could maintain such a pleasant smile even when she was saying that her husband was speaking ill of her character in front of their grown-up children. Her reply was an inspiring one.


"Doctor, what's the use of crying"? My husband, in an inebriated state, is speaking senselessly. If I also react the same, my kids will get confused. My smile is my kids' strength. They get to realize that I am right. I smile as I believe that one day everything will be fine. My smile takes me forward.


Looking at this modest lady, I felt that we don't need people with highly successful stories to inspire us. Her unfading smile at all odds is enough lesson to brace oneself up for life's hurdles gracefully. 



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  1. juventus77November 14, 2020 at 12:09 PM

    Very well articulated �� Her unfading smile at all odds is enough lesson to brace oneself up for life's hurdles gracefully.��

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  2. Dr J P SaliniNovember 14, 2020 at 12:50 PM

    Such a powerful soul she has... Wonderful write up Dr👍

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  3. Dr Shafeena ARNovember 14, 2020 at 12:56 PM

    👍👍👍

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  4. dr jogiNovember 14, 2020 at 1:06 PM

    Emotions behind a smile ,beautifully portrayed. Good going Sankara

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  5. UnknownNovember 14, 2020 at 10:10 PM

    Fortunately a very few Iike this superb lady can ,but on the other side the unfortunate majority can't...Anyway let us all try to cultivate this smile magic...Train our kids too to smile more...Thanks for sharing this motivating 'smile story ',dear friend 😊

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  6. Pavan MangiNovember 15, 2020 at 3:15 PM

    SMILE is a curve that can set many things right . We should not miss an opportunity to capture it . You never know whose smile may inspire us and when . I still remember the smile of my crush during school days ��

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