March 11, 2016, at a bar in Brooklyn celebrating David’s birthday (which Kavi and I originally tried to secretly plan for a day David was busy, whoops). Kavi drank a beer a complete stranger left behind, brought cupcakes that he shared with everyone at the bar, and tried to get an Uber for two of my friends when they missed their bus (but his phone had no service, and he was devestated that he couldn’t help). He also gave the barback and bartender his famous mega-tip. As everyone left, Kavi ended the night sitting quietly with his hands near his face, palms apart and fingertips together; a way to feel his heartbeat and calm down, something that he learned from his grandfather. It was all of the best of Kavi on our last night out together.

So this was when Shekhar bahai came to visit us in our old home, which was a flat in Ancaster way, he must have been 15-16 at the time. He was kind enough to lend me his Gameboy to play his spider man game on. Me being me, I somehow managed to delete his saved game. On hearing about this from Tauji he was absolutely horrified, I’m talking about being shattered to his core. But on seeing me walk into the room, he assumed an immediate calm and in a sudden change of mood, happily accepted my unconditional apology. So even though he must have been horrified internally at what had happened, he didn’t want to make me upset. And I think that said a lot about how caring he was. 🙂