I am tempted to say what I admired most about Shekhar was his heart, but he would have hated that. Too cliche. Too obvious. A weak answer and a bold lie. No, it was definitely his cackling laughter. I would keep telling him jokes just so I could hear it again. It didn’t take much, though, for that angelic dissonance to hit my ears like an ice cream truck on a hot, summer day. What I admired most was how he was always quick to laugh.

Infectious and naughty like no one.