Selfie time

Grandmother held the phone awkwardly, squinting at her reflection. Her granddaughter guided her weathered fingers toward the button. Behind them, the Carnatic music class hummed softly—veena strings singing ancient Tamil melodies that had echoed through their family for generations. "Smile, Patti," the girl whispered. The click captured more than just their faces. It held the silver streaks in her hair, the pride in her eyes, the moment tradition met modern connection. Later, she'd share it with PaybookClub, her community of women preserving heritage together. This selfie wasn't vanity. It was defiance. It was love.