Mid-twenty

I feel...
Happy to have controlled the flaring,out-of-hand,tempestuous feelings but numb to the point of missing them.
Nostalgic so rarely that when I do feel so, it surprises me.
Too old to appreciate masala movies and too young to like movies with a message.
Too old to wear frilly, fancy,colourful dresses and too young for the elegant,boring, plain ones.
Too old to remain single and too young to get committed forever.
Too old to not take a stand in any issue and too young to get opinionated.
Too old to start something new and too young to get settled into a routine.
I feel all that at the same time. I enjoy the confusion.

The smug smile

The smug smile when she fails
The loud gossip behind her back
The 'I told you so' that reinforces your patriarchal instinct
The patronizing look
You can wipe it off your face
If you can't protect her, you don't control her either.