Thank you Doctor

 

To Those Who Heal

Do you ever feel the same awe for doctors as I do?

Perhaps it began when I was in class three — the elder daughter of a defence family. While my father was away on delicate duties, my sister and I would walk hand in hand to the infirmary for our regular vaccinations. My mother stayed at home, trusting us to go bravely. We’d step into that white-walled room with green curtain, timid yet curious, give my father’s service number at the counter, and soon be greeted by “father-like uncles” in uniforms just like his. With gentle smiles, they’d follow their routine and—within the blink of an eye—the injection was done.

Even then, I felt something profound. How naturally we trust doctors! Whether it’s a child who barely knows colours, a youth full of knowledge, or an elder rich in experience — all stand before a doctor with the same faith. We reveal our pain, hoping to be healed, never questioning who they are or where they come from.

Isn’t it strange — and beautiful — that when it comes to life and death, we surrender so completely to a person whose strength lies not in weapons or wealth, but in compassion, science, and skill?

“We don’t know what colour you give,
But we know swallowing this we get relief.
We don’t know what fluid you inject,
But we know this pierce relaxes us as we get.
Miraculous percussion of your hands on our body
Always rejuvenates the rhythm of life when felt grotty.”

Doctors, in their quiet dedication, hold the pulse of humanity. They remind us that healing is not just science — it is faith, empathy, and an art that makes us believe in life again.

Thank you Doctor

It isn’t only the patients who feel grateful to doctors for no reason; it’s the doctors, too, who breathe life into others through their skilled hands and compassionate hearts. Their touch restores faith — faith as deep and unconditional as that placed in the divine. No matter what religion, caste, or country they belong to, they are human first.

“Even if my country remains in war with yours… remember… I am not your enemy.”

That single line defines the true spirit of medicine — and perhaps, of humanity itself.

In that moment, all borders dissolved. The doctor was neither Indian nor foreign, neither soldier nor civilian. He was simply human — fulfilling the oldest and purest oath of all: to heal, to protect, to preserve life.