Paracetamol is God

We are unwell. Running high temperatures. We take Paracetamol. We are cured. Fever is gone. We are happy.

There’s a person, who has no faith in this white, round shaped tablet. He says - okay. I don’t have any faith in it. But if you say so, I’ll try it. He takes it. He’s cured.

There’s another person. He says - okay. I don’t know if it works. But anyhow, it looks like a medicine. It may work with me. And he takes it with some faith. He’s cured.

Another’s there. He has full faith in Paracetamol. He takes it. He’s cured.

Paracetamol doesn’t ask if you have faith in it. Also it doesn’t see if you are a Jew, or a Christian, or a Hindu, or a Muslim, or to which cast, or community, or state or nation you belong to. It cures you.

There’s only one condition. You take it.

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Paracetamol is God