Kavi always seemed on-the-go, and sometimes hard-to-reach, but that was part of the energetic whirl he could catch you up in—like he was always running off to the next great thing, and would take you with him if he could. Yet, you always felt connected to him, like you were both in on the same inside joke—and that he would get back to you when he had a moment free.

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.