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
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.
You know how in Harry Potter, Sirius Black is described as having a laugh like a bark? The only nonfictional person I’ve ever thought that about was Kavi.