It’s a story of the North-east girl of a beautiful place, Shillong. It’s not my story, by the way, it’s not even a story (but let’s call it a story). These are words that I typed in my dairy long back in my laptop. So, don’t grind to trigger every single grammatical errors.I’m very bad in grammer.i just wanted you guys to read it and pass on the story if you like it. A story with no happy ending, but it’s not important that every story got to have a happy ending like Cinderella. We learn lotta things from our experience. So, i hope you guys going to love it. Me and my friend, Ankita were just sitting on a chair havin’ a cold drink in the balcony. It was a clear night that day in June, summer. We were just having a casual conversation. I just popped out a random question out of blue.’ Do you have a crush?’ i asked. Something made her feel off. I could see her face, she was sad, she was not able to swallow the cold drink. Maybe she had some kinda emotional roller coaster experience b...