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Chapter 10: Selvam’s Morning Conflict
The morning sunlight streamed into Selvam’s room as he sat on the edge of his bed, tying the knot of his crisp white veshti. His day always began with a routine: a cup of steaming filter coffee, a quiet walk around the garden, and a few moments spent scrolling through his phone. Ever since Vanitha had mentioned her Instagram account, however, this last part had taken on a new dimension.
Selvam wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to check her profile every morning. Perhaps it was curiosity—or maybe it was the pride he felt seeing his daughter-in-law embrace something she clearly loved. Either way, as he opened Instagram and tapped on her profile picture, he found himself hoping for a new post.
To his surprise, there was an update: a reel uploaded just an hour ago. The thumbnail showed Vanitha smiling brightly in front of her mirror, her hair tied back loosely. Selvam hesitated for a moment before tapping on it.
The reel began with Vanitha standing in her bedroom, wearing only her petticoat and a simple bra. Selvam’s eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively closed the app, his heart racing. He sat frozen for a moment, staring at the blank screen of his phone. Had he really just seen that? His daughter-in-law—his marumagal, as they would say in Tamil—standing there so casually, dressed in such an intimate way?
He shook his head and muttered to himself. “What is this world coming to?” He placed the phone on the table and tried to focus on his morning routine. He drank his coffee, went for his walk, and even read the newspaper—but no matter what he did, the image from the reel lingered in his mind.
Selvam wasn’t angry—at least not entirely. He was confused. In his world, women didn’t present themselves like this publicly. It wasn’t about modesty alone; it was about tradition, about preserving certain boundaries that had always been respected. But Vanitha wasn’t from his world. She was confident, modern, and unapologetically herself—a quality that both impressed and unsettled him.
After finishing his morning prayers, Selvam found himself back in front of his phone. He stared at it for a long time before finally picking it up again. “Just to understand,” he told himself as he reopened Instagram and navigated back to Vanitha’s profile.
This time, he let the reel play.
The video began again with Vanitha standing in her petticoat and bra, addressing the camera with her usual cheerful energy. “Good morning! Today I’m doing a GRWM—Get Ready With Me—for all my saree lovers out there!” she said brightly. “And I’m so excited to show you this beautiful yellow saree I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
Selvam watched as she picked up a blouse from the bed—a matching yellow one with intricate embroidery along the sleeves—and slipped it on effortlessly. She adjusted the fit carefully before fastening it at the back.
“Next,” Vanitha continued, “is my favorite accessory: my waist chain.” She held up a delicate gold chain adorned with tiny bells and clasped it around her waist. The camera zoomed in slightly as she adjusted its position against her midriff.
Selvam felt an odd mix of emotions as he watched her work. On one hand, he couldn’t deny how elegant she looked—graceful and poised as she prepared herself step by step. On the other hand, this kind of openness was entirely foreign to him. In his time, such moments were private—shared only within the walls of one’s home.
The reel continued as Vanitha picked up her saree and began dbanging it expertly around herself. She tucked the pleats into her petticoat with practiced ease before wrapping the fabric over her shoulder. Each movement was precise yet natural—a testament to how much she loved wearing sarees.
As she finished dbanging the saree, she turned to face the camera with a radiant smile. “And that’s it! Simple, elegant, and perfect for any occasion,” she said before twirling slightly to show off the full look.
"And now for the final touch," Vanitha said, reaching for a small box on her dresser. She opened it to reveal a beautiful set of gold jhumkas. As she put them on, she smiled at the camera. "These were a wedding gift from my father-in-law. Aren't they lovely?"
The video ended with Vanitha thanking her followers and mentioning that the reel was sponsored by Slims Bra Brand—a detail that made Selvam pause again. He hadn’t even realized this was part of some larger effort on her part—a way to build something for herself beyond being a housewife.
Selvam sat back in his chair, conflicted. He couldn’t deny that Vanitha looked beautiful—confident in ways that reminded him of how much times had changed since his youth. But he also couldn’t shake the feeling that this kind of openness wasn’t something he could easily accept.
He thought about commenting again but decided against it this time. Instead, he closed Instagram and stared out at the garden for a long while.
“Maybe I’m too old-fashioned,” he muttered to himself eventually. “But maybe… maybe there’s more to this than I understand.”
For now, Selvam decided to keep these thoughts to himself—but deep down, he knew this wasn’t the last time Vanitha’s choices would challenge him to rethink what he believed about tradition, family, and what it meant to embrace change.
The morning sunlight streamed into Selvam’s room as he sat on the edge of his bed, tying the knot of his crisp white veshti. His day always began with a routine: a cup of steaming filter coffee, a quiet walk around the garden, and a few moments spent scrolling through his phone. Ever since Vanitha had mentioned her Instagram account, however, this last part had taken on a new dimension.
Selvam wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to check her profile every morning. Perhaps it was curiosity—or maybe it was the pride he felt seeing his daughter-in-law embrace something she clearly loved. Either way, as he opened Instagram and tapped on her profile picture, he found himself hoping for a new post.
To his surprise, there was an update: a reel uploaded just an hour ago. The thumbnail showed Vanitha smiling brightly in front of her mirror, her hair tied back loosely. Selvam hesitated for a moment before tapping on it.
The reel began with Vanitha standing in her bedroom, wearing only her petticoat and a simple bra. Selvam’s eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively closed the app, his heart racing. He sat frozen for a moment, staring at the blank screen of his phone. Had he really just seen that? His daughter-in-law—his marumagal, as they would say in Tamil—standing there so casually, dressed in such an intimate way?
He shook his head and muttered to himself. “What is this world coming to?” He placed the phone on the table and tried to focus on his morning routine. He drank his coffee, went for his walk, and even read the newspaper—but no matter what he did, the image from the reel lingered in his mind.
Selvam wasn’t angry—at least not entirely. He was confused. In his world, women didn’t present themselves like this publicly. It wasn’t about modesty alone; it was about tradition, about preserving certain boundaries that had always been respected. But Vanitha wasn’t from his world. She was confident, modern, and unapologetically herself—a quality that both impressed and unsettled him.
After finishing his morning prayers, Selvam found himself back in front of his phone. He stared at it for a long time before finally picking it up again. “Just to understand,” he told himself as he reopened Instagram and navigated back to Vanitha’s profile.
This time, he let the reel play.
The video began again with Vanitha standing in her petticoat and bra, addressing the camera with her usual cheerful energy. “Good morning! Today I’m doing a GRWM—Get Ready With Me—for all my saree lovers out there!” she said brightly. “And I’m so excited to show you this beautiful yellow saree I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
Selvam watched as she picked up a blouse from the bed—a matching yellow one with intricate embroidery along the sleeves—and slipped it on effortlessly. She adjusted the fit carefully before fastening it at the back.
“Next,” Vanitha continued, “is my favorite accessory: my waist chain.” She held up a delicate gold chain adorned with tiny bells and clasped it around her waist. The camera zoomed in slightly as she adjusted its position against her midriff.
Selvam felt an odd mix of emotions as he watched her work. On one hand, he couldn’t deny how elegant she looked—graceful and poised as she prepared herself step by step. On the other hand, this kind of openness was entirely foreign to him. In his time, such moments were private—shared only within the walls of one’s home.
The reel continued as Vanitha picked up her saree and began dbanging it expertly around herself. She tucked the pleats into her petticoat with practiced ease before wrapping the fabric over her shoulder. Each movement was precise yet natural—a testament to how much she loved wearing sarees.
As she finished dbanging the saree, she turned to face the camera with a radiant smile. “And that’s it! Simple, elegant, and perfect for any occasion,” she said before twirling slightly to show off the full look.
"And now for the final touch," Vanitha said, reaching for a small box on her dresser. She opened it to reveal a beautiful set of gold jhumkas. As she put them on, she smiled at the camera. "These were a wedding gift from my father-in-law. Aren't they lovely?"
The video ended with Vanitha thanking her followers and mentioning that the reel was sponsored by Slims Bra Brand—a detail that made Selvam pause again. He hadn’t even realized this was part of some larger effort on her part—a way to build something for herself beyond being a housewife.
Selvam sat back in his chair, conflicted. He couldn’t deny that Vanitha looked beautiful—confident in ways that reminded him of how much times had changed since his youth. But he also couldn’t shake the feeling that this kind of openness wasn’t something he could easily accept.
He thought about commenting again but decided against it this time. Instead, he closed Instagram and stared out at the garden for a long while.
“Maybe I’m too old-fashioned,” he muttered to himself eventually. “But maybe… maybe there’s more to this than I understand.”
For now, Selvam decided to keep these thoughts to himself—but deep down, he knew this wasn’t the last time Vanitha’s choices would challenge him to rethink what he believed about tradition, family, and what it meant to embrace change.
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