"Which one of them could it be?" I pondered as I looked at the bookshelf, trying to find the oldest book among them. And then picking up three of them, I put them on the bed and began flipping through each of them.
While the first two were empty, from the third book, 10 notes of $50 each, making a zig-zag motion, slowly levitated down onto the white bedsheet. The silver-gray coloured notes with the picture of our president looked iconic as usual, while a bright, idiotic smile formed on my face as I counted them at a single glance.
Picking them up one by one, as I counted them again, I looked for the creases or cuts present on the notes. Finding that all of them were still neat and clean, despite being kind of old, made me smile in relief.
Seems like I still had the habit of keeping emergency money in old books. Hmmm. From the looks of the notes, I might have been collecting them for over a year now.
Good job, old me! Or perhaps it's the other me? Old other me? Hmmm…
