Remembering Soumya

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"You are too sweet for the world, Soumya. Too nice for just about everyone." That's how I would joke with her. Unnervingly, it became a joke too cruel and played out in a bizarre, twisted way on Tuesday morning. My first - and perhaps the most-defining last - memories of Soumya were her eyes - carefully kohled, perpetually twinkling with mischief, forever winsome. But the more lasting memory of Soumya was her magical ability to be around, almost as if on cue; her charming indecisiveness between lime juice and cold coffee; her keen eye for detail and her art of subtle complimenting. Soumya was arguably the only person I knew who could make anyone smile even on a bad hair day. Even a self-conscious news anchor. I knew her from day one of college and would always wonder how she managed to keep....