I always knew her as "Chompa" and down the line I somewhere forgot what her real name was, we all did. Chompa was the only destination for fulfilling our materialistic needs and she was stupid enough to help us in whichever way she could. Whether it was paying for the major part of our food bills or simply treating us on the most mundane issues. Chompa was always expected to be how she has always been.
People called her names, people hated her for her oh-so-apparent link ups.
She was just an average girl with more than average physical needs.
She loved and she was loved, the opposite gender being two different persons. She loved love, she loved being loved and surrendered to wherever she got it and was being used. In return she used as well,but that was Chompa for us,very stupid very shrewd.
She was just an average girl with more than average transparency.
While the world had their lips locked with their partners Chompa arranged for surprise birthdays and while Chompa had a little something with someone, we called it physical intimacy, but Chompa never protested,she simply gave up with a smile. We never spoke nicely to her, we never received her calls,we never asked her for approvals. She posed stupidly for every photograph while we cropped her out.
She was just an average girl with less than average importance.
And over the four years of college and non existence, she somewhere without being noticed, became Chandrabali Roy. She changed and thus changed the bit of Chompa that we all were.
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