17-03-2025, 09:31 PM
Chapter 8: A FaceTime Call with Selvam
It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon, and Ashok had just finished his lunch when his phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from his father, Selvam. Smiling, he picked up the phone and propped it against the salt shaker on the dining table. Vanitha, who was clearing away the dishes, glanced over and gave Ashok a curious look.
“Appa! How are you?” Ashok greeted warmly as Selvam’s face appeared on the screen. His father sat in his usual spot on the veranda of their home in Chennai, the sunlight casting a soft glow over his silver hair.
“I’m fine, da,” Selvam replied in Tamil, his voice steady but tinged with the usual shyness that surfaced during video calls. “How are you both?”
“We’re good, Appa,” Ashok replied. “Vanitha is here too.”
At the mention of her name, Vanitha leaned into the frame with a bright smile. “Hi, Appa! How are you doing?” she asked cheerfully.
Selvam’s eyes darted away from the screen for a moment, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “I’m… I’m fine,” he stammered, clearly flustered by her presence. He adjusted his glasses nervously and pretended to focus on something outside the frame.
Vanitha caught Ashok’s eye and grinned mischievously. She found Selvam’s old-college shyness endearing—especially how he always seemed to avoid looking directly at her during video calls. It wasn’t out of disrespect; it was simply his way of handling the overwhelming beauty and confidence of his modern daughter-in-law.
“Appa,” Vanitha began playfully, leaning closer to the screen, “why do you always look away when I talk to you? Am I that scary?”
Selvam’s blush deepened, and he let out an awkward chuckle. “No, no… nothing like that,” he muttered, still avoiding her gaze. “I’m just… not used to all this FaceTime business.”
Ashok chuckled at his father’s discomfort. “Vanitha, leave him alone,” he said teasingly. “You know he’s not used to all your teasing.”
“But it’s so much fun!” Vanitha replied with a laugh. Turning back to Selvam, she added, “Appa, you’re too cute when you get shy. You remind me of Ashok when we first met—he couldn’t look me in the eye either!”
“Vanitha!” Ashok exclaimed in mock indignation as Selvam let out a hearty laugh despite himself.
“See? I got him to laugh!” Vanitha said triumphantly, pointing at the screen.
Selvam finally looked at her briefly before shaking his head with a smile. “You’re too much,” he said fondly.
The conversation shifted to lighter topics as Selvam asked about their day and shared updates about life back home. He mentioned how their neighbor’s mango tree was blooming early this year and how he had started walking every morning to stay active.
As they chatted, Vanitha noticed how relaxed Selvam became when talking about familiar topics. She decided to keep the playful mood going.
“Appa,” she said suddenly, “do you know what Ashok cooked for me last week?”
Selvam raised an eyebrow curiously. “What did he cook?”
“He made rasam!” Vanitha announced dramatically. “And guess what? It actually tasted good!”
Ashok groaned while Selvam burst into laughter. “Rasam? Ashok? Are you sure?” Selvam teased his son for once, clearly enjoying the moment.
“I have proof!” Vanitha declared, holding up her phone and scrolling through pictures to find one of Ashok stirring a pot in the kitchen.
“Vanitha!” Ashok protested as she turned the screen toward Selvam.
Selvam laughed even harder at the sight of his son wearing an apron and looking slightly frazzled in the kitchen. “Well done, da,” he said between chuckles. “You’ve come a long way!”
The three of them continued chatting for a while longer until it was time for Selvam to go inside for tea. Before ending the call, Vanitha leaned into the frame again with a warm smile.
“Appa,” she said softly, “it’s always so nice talking to you. Don’t be shy next time, okay?”
Selvam smiled back at her warmly this time, his earlier shyness replaced by genuine affection. “I’ll try,” he promised before waving goodbye.
As the call ended, Ashok turned to Vanitha with an amused expression. “You really love teasing him, don’t you?”
Vanitha shrugged innocently. “He’s adorable when he gets flustered,” she said with a grin. Then her tone softened as she added, “But honestly… I just want him to feel comfortable around me. He’s such a sweet man.”
Ashok nodded thoughtfully. “He does appreciate you—he just doesn’t know how to show it sometimes.”
“I know,” Vanitha replied with a smile. “That’s why I’ll keep teasing him until he gets used to me.”
The two of them shared a laugh before returning to their afternoon routine, their bond strengthened by yet another lighthearted moment with family.
It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon, and Ashok had just finished his lunch when his phone buzzed with a FaceTime call from his father, Selvam. Smiling, he picked up the phone and propped it against the salt shaker on the dining table. Vanitha, who was clearing away the dishes, glanced over and gave Ashok a curious look.
“Appa! How are you?” Ashok greeted warmly as Selvam’s face appeared on the screen. His father sat in his usual spot on the veranda of their home in Chennai, the sunlight casting a soft glow over his silver hair.
“I’m fine, da,” Selvam replied in Tamil, his voice steady but tinged with the usual shyness that surfaced during video calls. “How are you both?”
“We’re good, Appa,” Ashok replied. “Vanitha is here too.”
At the mention of her name, Vanitha leaned into the frame with a bright smile. “Hi, Appa! How are you doing?” she asked cheerfully.
Selvam’s eyes darted away from the screen for a moment, his cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “I’m… I’m fine,” he stammered, clearly flustered by her presence. He adjusted his glasses nervously and pretended to focus on something outside the frame.
Vanitha caught Ashok’s eye and grinned mischievously. She found Selvam’s old-college shyness endearing—especially how he always seemed to avoid looking directly at her during video calls. It wasn’t out of disrespect; it was simply his way of handling the overwhelming beauty and confidence of his modern daughter-in-law.
“Appa,” Vanitha began playfully, leaning closer to the screen, “why do you always look away when I talk to you? Am I that scary?”
Selvam’s blush deepened, and he let out an awkward chuckle. “No, no… nothing like that,” he muttered, still avoiding her gaze. “I’m just… not used to all this FaceTime business.”
Ashok chuckled at his father’s discomfort. “Vanitha, leave him alone,” he said teasingly. “You know he’s not used to all your teasing.”
“But it’s so much fun!” Vanitha replied with a laugh. Turning back to Selvam, she added, “Appa, you’re too cute when you get shy. You remind me of Ashok when we first met—he couldn’t look me in the eye either!”
“Vanitha!” Ashok exclaimed in mock indignation as Selvam let out a hearty laugh despite himself.
“See? I got him to laugh!” Vanitha said triumphantly, pointing at the screen.
Selvam finally looked at her briefly before shaking his head with a smile. “You’re too much,” he said fondly.
The conversation shifted to lighter topics as Selvam asked about their day and shared updates about life back home. He mentioned how their neighbor’s mango tree was blooming early this year and how he had started walking every morning to stay active.
As they chatted, Vanitha noticed how relaxed Selvam became when talking about familiar topics. She decided to keep the playful mood going.
“Appa,” she said suddenly, “do you know what Ashok cooked for me last week?”
Selvam raised an eyebrow curiously. “What did he cook?”
“He made rasam!” Vanitha announced dramatically. “And guess what? It actually tasted good!”
Ashok groaned while Selvam burst into laughter. “Rasam? Ashok? Are you sure?” Selvam teased his son for once, clearly enjoying the moment.
“I have proof!” Vanitha declared, holding up her phone and scrolling through pictures to find one of Ashok stirring a pot in the kitchen.
“Vanitha!” Ashok protested as she turned the screen toward Selvam.
Selvam laughed even harder at the sight of his son wearing an apron and looking slightly frazzled in the kitchen. “Well done, da,” he said between chuckles. “You’ve come a long way!”
The three of them continued chatting for a while longer until it was time for Selvam to go inside for tea. Before ending the call, Vanitha leaned into the frame again with a warm smile.
“Appa,” she said softly, “it’s always so nice talking to you. Don’t be shy next time, okay?”
Selvam smiled back at her warmly this time, his earlier shyness replaced by genuine affection. “I’ll try,” he promised before waving goodbye.
As the call ended, Ashok turned to Vanitha with an amused expression. “You really love teasing him, don’t you?”
Vanitha shrugged innocently. “He’s adorable when he gets flustered,” she said with a grin. Then her tone softened as she added, “But honestly… I just want him to feel comfortable around me. He’s such a sweet man.”
Ashok nodded thoughtfully. “He does appreciate you—he just doesn’t know how to show it sometimes.”
“I know,” Vanitha replied with a smile. “That’s why I’ll keep teasing him until he gets used to me.”
The two of them shared a laugh before returning to their afternoon routine, their bond strengthened by yet another lighthearted moment with family.
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