Category: Kaleidoscope

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 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 delightful conversations with an inspiring espresso are offering a peek into a better way of life that's full of joy.

Appreciating the Pursuit

I have been fortunate to sip the right espressos at the right time, always served with renewed love and a welcome warmth. There is a distinct dollop of cream in the one I’m sipping at the moment, softening my insides, inviting me to have a look around and dream a bigger, sweeter dream. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje discusses how the desire to paint her stems from a feeling of self exploration. He relates her wonder to a series of contrasts.

If I paint her

The desire to paint her stems from my need to understand what I feel. Not unlike the wonderful women I have known, her sense of being is disarming. There is intent and a certain stability, with the lightness of mist which vanishes in the sun. There is the balance of a drink well served, teasing your sensibilities. There is an audacity of a crass joke, muffled by a sincere whisper. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje discusses how a long vacation made him write a short commentary on flitting thoughts and the tenderness of a subtle new love.

On how it ebbs

I have been enamored by honest and solid design before, art which stands and simply is, unapologetic, with utmost clarity. I have been lost in the comfort of a sunny morning, a steady gaze, and the audacity of uncovered skin. I remember having been left speechless with a thunderstorm and ebbing tide, which emptied a filled canal under the moonlight. Permanency is a myth, and change is the only constant. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how writing is an intense, deeply emotional activity, like taming the storm within. Anushka Gupta, meanwhile, stirs well.

My Inability to Stir

My inability to stir stems from a trait to move on from things which do not stick around. What I ought to realize is that sugar does not dissolve at a first go, and it takes patience to make your drink sweeter. It’s a thin line to toe, for once the drink has been sipped, the mug needs to be washed clean. It’s tempting to hold on to it, once you get into the stirring habit. The warmth never really leaves it. Read more →

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