19-03-2025, 09:26 PM
Chapter 11: Selvam’s Realization
Selvam sat on the veranda after lunch, the warm Chennai breeze rustling the leaves of the mango tree in the garden. His phone rested on the small table beside him, but his thoughts were far from peaceful. The reel he had watched earlier in the morning lingered in his mind—not just because of what Vanitha had posted, but because of what it represented.
He couldn’t deny that Vanitha was confident and talented. She carried herself with grace, and her love for sarees was evident in every video she posted. But as much as he admired her creativity, he couldn’t shake a nagging thought: not everyone who watched her reels would see them the way she intended. The idea unsettled him.
Curiosity got the better of him once again. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram, navigating back to Vanitha’s profile. The yellow saree GRWM reel was still there, its view count climbing rapidly. Thousands of people had already liked it, and there were hundreds of comments below.
Selvam hesitated before scrolling down to read them. At first, he saw messages from women praising Vanitha’s style and asking for tips:
He put the phone down abruptly and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he tried to process what he had just seen. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. A saree was a symbol of tradition and grace—a garment that carried centuries of cultural significance. Yet here were strangers reducing it—and by extension, Vanitha—to something far less dignified.
Selvam couldn’t help but feel protective of her. She was his daughter-in-law, part of his family now, and seeing her treated this way felt like a personal affront. But at the same time, he knew Vanitha wasn’t naive. She was smart and confident—qualities he admired about her—and she had chosen to put herself out there knowing full well what it meant to be visible on such a public platform.
Still, Selvam couldn’t ignore the knot in his stomach or the questions swirling in his mind: Did Vanitha know about these comments? Did they bother her? Or was this simply part of being on social media—something she had learned to brush off?
He picked up his phone again and stared at the reel for a long moment before scrolling back up to her caption: “GRWM for all my saree lovers! This yellow beauty is one of my favorites—what do you think? ?✨ #SareeLove #TraditionalWithATwist”
Her words were genuine and enthusiastic—completely at odds with some of the comments below. Selvam sighed deeply, feeling torn between admiration for Vanitha’s confidence and frustration at how others perceived her.
For someone like him—rooted in tradition and old-college values—it was difficult to reconcile these two realities. But perhaps this was part of what it meant to live in a changing world: learning to accept that not everyone would see things the same way.
As Selvam sat there lost in thought, he realized something important about himself: his discomfort wasn’t just about Vanitha or her videos—it was about his own struggle to adapt to a world that often felt unfamiliar and unpredictable.
He resolved not to judge Vanitha for how others chose to view her but instead focus on supporting her in whatever way he could—even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.
Selvam sat on the veranda after lunch, the warm Chennai breeze rustling the leaves of the mango tree in the garden. His phone rested on the small table beside him, but his thoughts were far from peaceful. The reel he had watched earlier in the morning lingered in his mind—not just because of what Vanitha had posted, but because of what it represented.
He couldn’t deny that Vanitha was confident and talented. She carried herself with grace, and her love for sarees was evident in every video she posted. But as much as he admired her creativity, he couldn’t shake a nagging thought: not everyone who watched her reels would see them the way she intended. The idea unsettled him.
Curiosity got the better of him once again. He picked up his phone and opened Instagram, navigating back to Vanitha’s profile. The yellow saree GRWM reel was still there, its view count climbing rapidly. Thousands of people had already liked it, and there were hundreds of comments below.
Selvam hesitated before scrolling down to read them. At first, he saw messages from women praising Vanitha’s style and asking for tips:
- “Such an elegant dbang! Where did you get this saree?”
- “You make it look so easy! Please do a tutorial on pleating next!”
- “Love the waist chain—where can I buy one like that?”
- “That waist chain is driving me crazy ??.”
- “The way she ties her pleats… wow, just wow.”
- “Forget the saree—I’m here for that midriff!”
- “This is why I love sarees… or should I say what’s under them ?.”
- “Yellow never looked this good on anyone else.”
- “Can’t stop watching her tie that pleat… so sensual.”
- “She knows exactly what she’s doing with that low dbang ?.”
- “Why does this feel more like a fashion show for men than a tutorial?”
- “That smile at the end… lethal!”
- “Who needs Bollywood when we have her reels?”
He put the phone down abruptly and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he tried to process what he had just seen. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. A saree was a symbol of tradition and grace—a garment that carried centuries of cultural significance. Yet here were strangers reducing it—and by extension, Vanitha—to something far less dignified.
Selvam couldn’t help but feel protective of her. She was his daughter-in-law, part of his family now, and seeing her treated this way felt like a personal affront. But at the same time, he knew Vanitha wasn’t naive. She was smart and confident—qualities he admired about her—and she had chosen to put herself out there knowing full well what it meant to be visible on such a public platform.
Still, Selvam couldn’t ignore the knot in his stomach or the questions swirling in his mind: Did Vanitha know about these comments? Did they bother her? Or was this simply part of being on social media—something she had learned to brush off?
He picked up his phone again and stared at the reel for a long moment before scrolling back up to her caption: “GRWM for all my saree lovers! This yellow beauty is one of my favorites—what do you think? ?✨ #SareeLove #TraditionalWithATwist”
Her words were genuine and enthusiastic—completely at odds with some of the comments below. Selvam sighed deeply, feeling torn between admiration for Vanitha’s confidence and frustration at how others perceived her.
For someone like him—rooted in tradition and old-college values—it was difficult to reconcile these two realities. But perhaps this was part of what it meant to live in a changing world: learning to accept that not everyone would see things the same way.
As Selvam sat there lost in thought, he realized something important about himself: his discomfort wasn’t just about Vanitha or her videos—it was about his own struggle to adapt to a world that often felt unfamiliar and unpredictable.
He resolved not to judge Vanitha for how others chose to view her but instead focus on supporting her in whatever way he could—even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.
Her Insta is @radiant_vanitha
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