I am fine without you ! Am I ??

Today after returning home , she went to the kitchen and prepared the same strong and dark coffee. But unlike past 5 years she added some milk to the coffee. Hm! the guess is right. She was missing him , maybe ? Her fingers unanimously moved towards the cd player. Something was forcing her to play that old disc containing his all favourite retro songs. Though he was nowhere , but the air was filled with his perfume. Those retro songs, that milky coffee, and in addition was Mumbai’s normal rain.. Wait today’s shower wasn’t normal it was something different . A tear suddenly rolled down her cheek , teasing her strong feminism. Probably these tear was a strong conveyance that inspite of their fight they still cherished their friendship somewhere deep in their bossom.