On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how her presence pleasantly asks you to step out of perceived comfort zone, breathe in the fresh air and fall in love again.

Rolling in the Bloody Blues

A climb comes with an occasional gasp for air. A dance routine comes with a misstep. A song comes with a miss, a stare interrupted by a blink and you with dents to kiss. I trip for the freckles. I trip for the lock of hair which insists on falling over your bright eyes. I trip for the meticulousness of choosing wine over red, and peach over pink. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares what it feels to be present in this given moment, drunk on her heady presence and her strength of a fine wine. Such delight.

The Pink Peach

Comfortable silence prevailed as we sipped coffee under the evening sky. Just the right amount of milk and sugar. Just the right bitter black. With the slight nip in the air and an occasional rustle, it was a certain November. She had been a song to hum along with. I looked out into the distance, as she sat beside me, breathing her in. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how favorite songs are in fact moments written down in an attempt to remember them once the time is past.

Her Song

What’s my favorite song, she asked. I looked up from the elaborately made pizza, startled, and gazed into the brownness of her bright eyes. Just how brown they were. A rich roast. They had a song of their own. I hesitated, unsure of how to phrase the one that wakes you up out of the deepest slumber, plays on your lips like a teasing kiss, makes you crave for more. The song which swims with all abandon, walks in with a flourish, bounces on your walls and straight into you. It asks for no permission, and you hum the melody for evenings to come. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares his experience of stepping out of his comfort zone, this time, at a music concert while walking up to a delightful lady.

Mad, Mad Starlight

Beautiful people all around me. Customary smiles were exchanged while walking past, no words. I have always wondered what keeps us from being affectionate to good strangers around us. We often fear what the reaction might be. We fear what we might be perceived to be. We fear the whispers. We fear the side glances. I adore the happiness in air – and it is wondrous to tell people that they look good when they smile. If we don’t spread the love, who will? Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how encounters live in the moment yet leave a lot to be desired. Isn't life meant to be experienced in bites and sips?

The Toasty Gaze & Skinny Coffee

I write this for your brown eyes, for the mist which leaves us in the morning, taking away with it the riddles of the night. I write this for the dense hair, for the lingering taste, the questions of my own making. I write this for the conversations warm as a blanket, insistent in nature, flowing over us as the enveloping clouds. The toasty gaze. The skinny coffee. The morning of a different kind. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares what makes entrepreneurship magical, as persistent founders stay put on their challenging paths, building a glorious future.

Founders are Magical

The knights of yore have inspired us with their tales of slayed dragons and conquered fortresses. The founders of today inspire us with their grand visions and an ability to be hands on. What binds the knights and founders together, is the art of storytelling. The narrative, bright eyes and a wide encouraging smile stirs up the crowd, and helps them believe in something bigger than themselves. Read more →

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