Kavi was a hopeless romantic. Everything had a reason, an overarching plotline that might be discovered later. The last text I have from Kavi reads, “It’s cliché to say everything works out in the end but it really does.” Rereading that made me incredibly angry, but I think it’s a fitting last communication with him. I think it would appeal to his sense of drama and, like he so often was, it is hopeful.

His laugh was so majestic that I can still hear it loud and clear. Kavi and I spent seemingly endless hours working together at the Daily, so we had to temper our giggling but also tried to make each other laugh constantly. I knew I was successful if he had to get up from his computer and take a lap — it was a huge victory. I hold his poop jokes in highest esteem, as he was one of the few who truly understood this art form.