Our bodies take an independent journey than the rest of us. Thoughts, ideas, philosophy and memory you channel the way you desire, but your body is a free spirit.  All those secret alleys of veins, muscle and organs are self- governed, functioning independently and our consciousness has not much of a clue about what they all deliberating. You think you know what’s happening under the epidermis?  If you do, you are surely kidding your proud self. As I await my results, my mind has become a gaming zone and is consumed with magnified images of my internal organs at various stages of work and rest. What if my bloodstream is polluted? (the colour did seem dark beetroot) What if my cute kidney couple are in the midst of a tiff, or my liver on a hiatus or the five stooges propping my heart have decided to mutiny due to overwork? May be I’ve chewed too much on life’s sweetness and there are sugary valleys formed!  And who knows, maybe my brain cells are corroded with all the information I keep feeding. Or it could be particles, broken tissues or fragments enjoying a free ride on my blood river stream, and I have no clue. All this I will never know till random digits appear on smart pieces of paper called reports which determine my well-being