It was a particularly raging Kanye-themed house party in Ann Arbor. One of our friends — identities hidden to protect the innocent — had brought a girl none of us knew that well and, when we weren’t looking, they commandeered the couch by the dance floor and started making out. And kept going. And going. “I’ve got an idea,” Kavi said. He went into the kitchen and raided a bag of microwave popcorn from the pantry, heated it up, then brought the bag next to the happy couple and had me take pictures of him munching on popcorn, watching the show, with this giant, crazy grin on his face. They smelled the deliciousness and tore away from each other long enough to see what we were doing. Very quickly the party became a massive popcorn fight. We were still finding kernels days later.

I’ve always wanted a brother. But growing up alongside two sisters, I figured I wasn’t missing out on much. Flash forward to the week of Meha and Hardeep’s wedding in Chandigarh. The way that Kavi went above and way, WAY beyond for his sister and future bro and law in executing the festivities truly blew me away. From memorizing innumerable song and dance numbers, to graciously playing host and helping me find my way amidst the hustle and bustle — Kavi was a true superhero. I could tell just from that week alone how he loved his family and friends so ferociously (intense word, I know!), with every fiber of his being. And I will never forget how be welcoming he made me feel, like I was part of the family.