Medicine


-Anbirkiniyavan


Mannargudi-going bus, crammed with the passengers, was standing in the Madurai bus-stand. 
Murugavel got into the bus hurriedly. 
'Friends, sisters! Still there is fifteen minutes more for the bus to move. Before that I want to tell you about one useful thing. I have a herb which would give you relief from chronic headache and also from the fresh one. It will give you relief from any kind of headache.’ He took out small vials from his small bag. Some bought the vials and some people asked him questions. After satisfying these questions he sold some more vials.
Conductor and the driver entered the bus. When the driver moved the bus, Murugavel got down from the bus, holding his bag carefully. After walking about eight or ten steps, he felt severe headache as if somebody had hit him with a stone.
'Oh! This migraine! I feel somebody has placed a rock on my head.' Murmuring, he went towards the medical store, and asked the shop-owner, 'Give me an ointment for headache.'