Naro said you know what my sister she is a tech lover, she is studying in the new computer college NIELIT. Next year when I pass I'll be joining that same college because I want to follow her footsteps.
What do you think? Is it lame that I'm trying to follow her footsteps instead of follow my own?
Sam hesitated for a moment, then answered thoughtfully, "No, it's not lame to follow someone's footsteps. In fact, I think it's beautiful rather than lame."
His tone calm and sincere. "Even though you're stepping on a path that someone else has already walked on, every step you take is still your own.
She might've walked it before you, but the way you move, the choices you make, and the things you experience along that same path will be entirely yours. No one can take that from you."
On the other side of the door, Naro listened intently, her heart warming at his words.
"You're right," she said softly. "I never really thought about it that way. I guess I was too caught up in trying to be different to see that following her doesn't mean I'm losing myself."
Sam smiled faintly. "Exactly. Inspiration doesn't mean imitation. It just means you're starting with something you look up to.
Naro then all of a sudden asked Sam to show her his hands now. The sudden request caught Sam off guard.
"Wait, what? Why do you want to see my hands?" he asked, his tone both surprised and cautious.
"Don't worry," Naro said gently, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Just slide the door open a little and pass your hands through. Trust me, it's nothing weird."
Sam hesitated, unsure if he should comply, but her voice carried a calm reassurance that made it hard to refuse.
"All right," he finally said, sliding the door open just enough to extend his arm through the gap. "Here. Now, what's this about?"
Soon, Sam felt the tip of something pressing against his palm. It was light but persistent, and he could tell Naro was writing something.
"Are you writing something?" Sam asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Naro responded softly, "You'll know soon enough." Then, she continued writing for a moment.
"It's done," she said, her voice calm. "You can take your hand back now."
Sam slowly pulled his hand back through the door gap, glancing at his palm. There, he found a series of five digits written neatly.
unsure of what he was looking at. "What's this number?" he asked, still processing what was happening.
Naro's voice came again, a little amused. "Give me your other hand first, and I'll tell you."
Sam hesitated, his mind still spinning a little, but then complied, passing his other hand through the door gap.
"It's my phone number," she explained simply, as she finished the last digit. "Now you will have
a way to contact me anytime."
A wave of shyness washed over Sam, and he couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, unsure of what to say next.
Before he could say anything, Naro's continued "Oh, and about the glove I gave you last night?"
Sam blinked. "Oh, I forgot to—"
But Naro quickly cut him off. "You can keep it," she said casually said. "It's yours now."
Sam's heart skipped a beat, surprised by her words. "Are you sure?" he asked, still processing the unexpected gesture.
"Yeah," she said, her voice soft yet playful. "Keep it as a memory."
"A memory, huh?" he echoed, trying to wrap his mind around it.
Naro smiled, a faint glint of mischief in her eyes. "Do you want another memory?"
Before Sam could fully process what she meant, Naro gently placed her hand into his slowly holding it. The sudden, intimate gesture caught him off guard. His face flushed with embarrassment.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Sam stammered, his heart racing from the unexpected touch.
Naro's voice was warm and teasing. "Just letting you know how the first owner of the glove feels like," she said, her fingers lightly brushing against his.
Sam could only stand there, flustered, unsure of how to respond, his thoughts a tangled mess as Naro's touch lingered for just a moment longer.