It is almost the close of that day. In a park, a doctor is sitting alone on a bench with vanity in his eyes and inanity in his heart. He is an everyday customer of that bench. His heart and soul eagerly waited for someone to share that bench so that he could talk to them wholeheartedly. He saw children were occupied with their friends and their parents were preoccupied with their mobiles. In a flash of anticipation, a boy came and sat on the same bench to breathe easily after he concluded his running practice for that day. As a 4flash, he remembers his past and his life pictured before him. When he saw that boy he saw himself in him which shared the passion when he was a teenager. He asked him about his life and the boy said that he was from another state, a national athlete representing India next year. He said that he was also doing a part-time job to afford his studies. He also said that he was raised by a single mother who worked from dawn to dusk to pay for his family. To lessen the burden on his mother he is working part time. Moved by his story the doctor aspired to him in his heart. Slowly the boy asked him about his life as he was observing from the last few days sitting alone. The doctor started to share his story. I was born in a rural Village where people lack minimum needs. One day my sister was sick and we lost her due to lack of proper medication. That moment I decided to become a doctor so that no one can lose their loved ones in this village like me. I studied hard and got admitted to a medical college. Before I completed my studies I was married to a girl who was uneducated but expert in doing wife duties. I used to humiliate her because she couldn't share the financial burden. As days passed I couldn't take the burden of my family and left my pregnant wife with her in-laws and went to study. I used to send money every 2 months and was unaware whether it reached or not and for almost 5 years I didn't come home because I feared that I may divert from my passion. After a few years, I completed my studies and came back to my home. I couldn't find my wife there and I was told by the people that she was blamed by society as an abandoned mother with a single boy and my parents started to mistreat her so she couldn't tolerate it and left home with her baby. I searched for her but I couldn't find her and after a few months I came to know that she left the state for her child. Then I understood the mistake I made. I gave more importance to my career instead of balancing my academic career and family. I used to humiliate my wife and never called her by name and I used to call her SHE in front of others. As an act of repentance for my mistakes, I started a hospital with the name SHE and gave free treatment to women. But all these things are not equal to rectifying my mistakes. Now the whole village treats me like their own family but now I miss my own family wanting her to come back to life I made her miss. When the boy heard the story his eyes filled with tears and said; Sir, My mother told me the story of what you said now and she said whenever you hear the same story from that one person just tell him that ‘ You may be HE but I'm not that SHE. Shocked by his words he realised that he was talking to his son. He gave them a piece of paper and urged him to deliver it to her mother and in that he wrote: 

What you lost is painful but what you gained is powerful; 

and this He heartfully bows to my SHE.

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