Your right is only to perform your duty, but never to claim its fruit.
Let not the fruits of action be your motive, nor let your attachment be to inaction.
Bhagavad Gita – Chapter 2, Verse 47
He was a classic man. The kind of man who preferred to lay on the floor than lounge on a couch.
He gave the best hugs. He enveloped you in a way, which I loved because I’m 5’9 and never feel dainty or small. He was always so mentally present with everyone. He was always so down to do an activity or be spontaneous. His giggle was majestic, it was so fucking endearing.