17-03-2025, 09:33 PM
Chapter 9: Selvam Follows Vanitha on Instagram
After the FaceTime call ended, Selvam sat back in his chair on the veranda, the warm Chennai breeze brushing past him. He adjusted his glasses and thought about the last thing Vanitha had said to him: “Appa, you should follow me on Instagram! I’ve started a channel where I wear beautiful sarees and dance to viral songs. You have to promise to like all my videos!”
Selvam had chuckled awkwardly at the time, not entirely sure what “Instagram” was or why anyone would want to dance on it. But now, curiosity got the better of him.
He pulled out his phone—an older model Ashok had gifted him—and opened the Instagram app that his nephew had installed for him months ago. After fumbling with the search bar for a few minutes, he finally typed in Vanitha’s name and found her account.
The profile picture was unmistakable: Vanitha, radiant in a bright pink saree, her smile as dazzling as ever. Her bio read: “Saree lover | Dancing through life | Building a brand one reel at a time ?✨”. Selvam hesitated for a moment before tapping on her profile. What he saw next left him both intrigued and slightly bewildered.
The first reel autoplayed—a video of Vanitha in a deep green saree, her pleats perfectly dbangd, dancing gracefully to a popular Tamil song. Her movements were fluid and confident, her waist adorned with a delicate gold chain that sparkled as she swayed. The camera angle shifted slightly, highlighting her midriff as she twirled with ease.
Selvam blinked, unsure how to process what he was seeing. On one hand, he couldn’t deny that Vanitha looked beautiful—graceful, even—but on the other hand, this was far from what he considered traditional behavior for a daughter-in-law. In his time, modesty was paramount, especially for married women. Yet here she was, confidently showcasing herself to the world.
He scrolled down to another reel. This time, Vanitha wore a vibrant yellow saree with intricate embroidery along the border. The pleats sat low on her hips, revealing just enough of her navel to catch the light as she danced to an upbeat Bollywood track. Her movements were playful yet precise, each step perfectly timed with the music.
Selvam felt his face grow warm as he watched the video. “Why does she wear the saree so low?” he muttered to himself, adjusting his glasses again. He couldn’t help but notice how much attention her reels were getting—thousands of likes and comments praising her beauty and confidence.
He clicked on another reel where Vanitha wore a royal blue saree paired with silver jewelry. The video began with her tying the saree’s pleats while looking into the camera with a playful smile before transitioning into a fast-paced dance routine. Her waist chain jingled softly with each movement, drawing attention to her midriff as she spun and swayed.
Selvam found himself watching this particular reel more than once. There was something captivating about it—perhaps it was the way Vanitha carried herself with such poise and joy, or perhaps it was simply that this kind of expression was so foreign to him. Either way, he couldn’t look away.
As he continued scrolling through her account, Selvam’s feelings became increasingly complicated. On one hand, he felt proud of Vanitha for embracing something she clearly loved and excelling at it. On the other hand, his old-college values made it difficult for him to fully accept what he was seeing. Was this really appropriate for someone in her position? What would others think?
Eventually, Selvam came across a reel that seemed to stand out from the rest—a video of Vanitha in a bright yellow saree dancing gracefully in an open garden. The sunlight caught the golden accents of her waist chain as she moved, and her laughter at the end of the video felt almost contagious.
Selvam stared at this reel for a long time before deciding to do something he’d never done before: leave a comment. But not under his real name—no, that would be too embarrassing. Instead, he quickly created a new account under the alias SilverFox77.
After some deliberation, he typed out his comment carefully:
“Beautiful dance! Traditional sarees always bring out elegance and grace.”
He hesitated for a moment before hitting “Post.” As soon as he did, he felt both nervous and oddly satisfied. It wasn’t exactly an endorsement of everything Vanitha was doing—it was more like an acknowledgment of her effort and talent.
Later that evening, Selvam sat alone in his room, reflecting on what he had seen. While part of him still struggled with accepting such modern expressions of individuality, another part of him couldn’t help but admire Vanitha’s confidence and creativity. Perhaps this was simply how things were evolving—a blend of tradition and modernity that didn’t fit neatly into any one category.
After the FaceTime call ended, Selvam sat back in his chair on the veranda, the warm Chennai breeze brushing past him. He adjusted his glasses and thought about the last thing Vanitha had said to him: “Appa, you should follow me on Instagram! I’ve started a channel where I wear beautiful sarees and dance to viral songs. You have to promise to like all my videos!”
Selvam had chuckled awkwardly at the time, not entirely sure what “Instagram” was or why anyone would want to dance on it. But now, curiosity got the better of him.
He pulled out his phone—an older model Ashok had gifted him—and opened the Instagram app that his nephew had installed for him months ago. After fumbling with the search bar for a few minutes, he finally typed in Vanitha’s name and found her account.
The profile picture was unmistakable: Vanitha, radiant in a bright pink saree, her smile as dazzling as ever. Her bio read: “Saree lover | Dancing through life | Building a brand one reel at a time ?✨”. Selvam hesitated for a moment before tapping on her profile. What he saw next left him both intrigued and slightly bewildered.
The first reel autoplayed—a video of Vanitha in a deep green saree, her pleats perfectly dbangd, dancing gracefully to a popular Tamil song. Her movements were fluid and confident, her waist adorned with a delicate gold chain that sparkled as she swayed. The camera angle shifted slightly, highlighting her midriff as she twirled with ease.
Selvam blinked, unsure how to process what he was seeing. On one hand, he couldn’t deny that Vanitha looked beautiful—graceful, even—but on the other hand, this was far from what he considered traditional behavior for a daughter-in-law. In his time, modesty was paramount, especially for married women. Yet here she was, confidently showcasing herself to the world.
He scrolled down to another reel. This time, Vanitha wore a vibrant yellow saree with intricate embroidery along the border. The pleats sat low on her hips, revealing just enough of her navel to catch the light as she danced to an upbeat Bollywood track. Her movements were playful yet precise, each step perfectly timed with the music.
Selvam felt his face grow warm as he watched the video. “Why does she wear the saree so low?” he muttered to himself, adjusting his glasses again. He couldn’t help but notice how much attention her reels were getting—thousands of likes and comments praising her beauty and confidence.
He clicked on another reel where Vanitha wore a royal blue saree paired with silver jewelry. The video began with her tying the saree’s pleats while looking into the camera with a playful smile before transitioning into a fast-paced dance routine. Her waist chain jingled softly with each movement, drawing attention to her midriff as she spun and swayed.
Selvam found himself watching this particular reel more than once. There was something captivating about it—perhaps it was the way Vanitha carried herself with such poise and joy, or perhaps it was simply that this kind of expression was so foreign to him. Either way, he couldn’t look away.
As he continued scrolling through her account, Selvam’s feelings became increasingly complicated. On one hand, he felt proud of Vanitha for embracing something she clearly loved and excelling at it. On the other hand, his old-college values made it difficult for him to fully accept what he was seeing. Was this really appropriate for someone in her position? What would others think?
Eventually, Selvam came across a reel that seemed to stand out from the rest—a video of Vanitha in a bright yellow saree dancing gracefully in an open garden. The sunlight caught the golden accents of her waist chain as she moved, and her laughter at the end of the video felt almost contagious.
Selvam stared at this reel for a long time before deciding to do something he’d never done before: leave a comment. But not under his real name—no, that would be too embarrassing. Instead, he quickly created a new account under the alias SilverFox77.
After some deliberation, he typed out his comment carefully:
“Beautiful dance! Traditional sarees always bring out elegance and grace.”
He hesitated for a moment before hitting “Post.” As soon as he did, he felt both nervous and oddly satisfied. It wasn’t exactly an endorsement of everything Vanitha was doing—it was more like an acknowledgment of her effort and talent.
Later that evening, Selvam sat alone in his room, reflecting on what he had seen. While part of him still struggled with accepting such modern expressions of individuality, another part of him couldn’t help but admire Vanitha’s confidence and creativity. Perhaps this was simply how things were evolving—a blend of tradition and modernity that didn’t fit neatly into any one category.
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