Isn’t it amazing how small and silly things make you happy. Like I squeal with joy when I remove the dust jacket off a book and touch the cover . I call these little things: surprises, even when I know what’s beneath that dust jacket, even if I have seen it a hundred times, it’d still make me smile. So I had this idea I am working on right now. See, my shelf (like yours) is brimming with books and not a single place is empty. Now, I like to try different looks for my room every now and then, so, I removed some books making the shelf look a bit empty and then I am painting something or other on the wall of the shelf.
See, someday, when I will get more books I will pile them again on the shelf and that will hide away the painting and then when I will be just going through my books, taking off this and putting up that, I will see a stroke of colour and will remember how I painted it and then just to look at it I will remove all the books and go down to the memory lane and smile. I know it’s silly but hey, what’s life without it then?