Girl with blue bottle 4

 A big part of our life we keep imagining. I wasn't different either. My imagination hit the rock-bottom of impossibilities. Let me remind you again. I'm in search for the love. The love I found in the form of a blue bottle. Days passes by I keep searching for a way to get in to the game. Last time I checked I have only 4 days left for my internship to get over at her college. The chances are narrowing and the possibilities are diminishing,there are some signs of love that makes you believe in fables. everywhere you go You see her face. Every corner you turn, you catch her glimpse. I must admit before my readers. A thousand times I felt to talk to her, but each time when the urge blow, I wasn't ready for it. At that specific moment, I would've taken bullets but not rejection. Before I know my phone already have a folder named her possessing 100+ photos and infinite dreams followed. every day before sleep, I ask myself. Will I ever gonna win her heart? You know I never stopped talking to her friend. I have told her everything happening in my life, hoping that reaches her notice. There comes the reality. I gotta leave the place and move. My internship got over. The more I IGNORED it, the more our college PA tried to make me understand it was over. It's gonna remembered as a puny love parable that lasted just 24 days.Did I give up? Was I ready to admit the defeat. If you know me, you already know the answer for this.I asked my co-intern to swap the postings,forced him to excuse and pull out. So that I can visit again. He went to where I should be going and I returned to the place where lay the first stone of my love was. What so-called extra 6 days passed. I enjoyed the homecoming feel until the officials found out a little about it. I've been penalized and called back to the hospital. Designed for OPD duties as a part of the conventional method of torturing interns. When I peek back, I knew I'd driven her attention, much more than I ever expected. Not high time you forget what read in the first part. I own a meme page. If ever ask me to pick the moment I knew “I'd bested my efforts”. That's when she started to follow my page. Imagine you get the notification from the username you used to search every night before going to bed. Butterflies took flight inside my tummy for the 19965th time. (the numbers may vary but the feelings are very much precise).I'm not sure she likes this part. Nobody wants to be made known of their trail papers. She was no supergirl. Like every other medico, she had two back papers in hand. I couldn't be wrong. 2015-2016 was the year I saw a physiology textbook last time. But you know, there are “ THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE ” . I dug through the collections of hostel textbooks.And found one “Textbook for physiology by Sembulingam”. Majnu fought for Laila, Shajahan built Tajmahal for Mumtaz, and Ram won battle for Sita and What are you going to do for your love? Think, because I have already read the whole physiology textbook and ran a marathon of theory memes.Oh dear, things we do for love. And sometimes things we do for love can be crazy as hell. My series of trolls related to physiology topics have dropped on Instagram. Everyone began to enjoy it. Poor lads until today didn't know it was targeted at one person.From the Basic Cell wall physiology to complex Cardiac cycle and excitation-contraction coupling topics.I've made everything at the ease with the movie templates.The frontal lobe plays a role in regulating emotion and controlling impulsivity. I could remember the day when my frontal lobe hit the perimeter of its ability to control emotions when I opened Instagram to this “SHE HAS COMMENTED ON YOUR PHOTO”. You read it right. She did comment on one of the memes exclusively made for her.OFFICIALLY THE MOUSE TRAP has worked. What's next? The MOUSE IS HERE, In front of me, the way I wanted. The way I dreamed. The way I could only wish for. Before concluding the chapter, two Probabilities and two strong possibilities. Were the MOUSE caught up accidentally Without knowing it was a trap? Or did the MOUSE already know and still wanted to enjoy the trap? Well the story of the MOUSE inside the trap will be followed in the next.