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FLASHBACK   Arpitha
                 IN  L O VI N G   M E M O R Y   O F







                       JUL 2002 - FEB 2020





             “"She  was  wild  but  her  soul  was  made  of  gold.  She  was  loving  and  did  things  out  of  kindness.  She
             treated people as if they had a temple inside of them. She didn't live by a set of rules. Her intuition was
             her  compass;  and  it  brought  her  to  the  right  place  at  the  right  time,  and  led  her  to  people  who'd
             eventually mean the world to her. She dazzled her way through uncertainty; she couldn't even choose
             who to fall in love with and whom not to, it didn't scare her, nothing really did. She believed in freedom.
             She wasn't someone people wanted her to be. She wanted to make her life a piece of art, just as mad
             and poetic as her, which would bring you to your knees. She was the kind of radiance associated with
             religious epiphanies. Rest in peace, Arpu. I love you." - Shanaia Malkani

             "I first met you in the eighth grade. You came to visit KIS for joining the next year. One of the first few
             things you said to me was that, 'once I got to know you, I’d be surprised', and I was. You were unlike any
             other. You were never afraid of being yourself and I loved that about you. On rough days, you’d still
             manage to make people laugh. You were a light Arpu. You taught me so much. I still hear your laughter
             echoing in Bob King and in quad. I miss you more and more everyday Arpu. I love you, always.”
             – Shaneika Gonsalvez

             “Arpitha taught me that it is always okay to ask for help. She helped me more than I could ever help
             her. She was good at many things, but thing she excelled at was never shutting up. I thank her every
             day for it, because I do not think I would be the person I am today, if Arpu decided not to tell me things.
             There’s  a  lot  of  things  that  remind  me  of  Arpu,  because  she  did  almost  everything.  I  miss  Arpu’s
             random dance moves, I miss her yelling at me and calling me an idiot, and I miss talking to her till two
             in the morning till we both ended up crying on the phone. I love you very much Arpu and I’m sorry we
             couldn’t make this place a better place for you.”    - Achyutha Mamidipudi
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