Category: Psychology

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 →

Through the form of prose on Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje discusses the comfort of a gaze that's held, a drink that's shared and a bed that's cuddled on.

Affection

Share your bed, the blanket, the warmth. Shedding layers with conversations doesn’t get more real, as the two of us understand what we are, the way we are. And it’s perfectly alright, because the biases are gone, long forgotten. They exist for the outside world, not for someone you long to be wrapped around, and squeezed. Share your bed, it’s your space and not everyone’s feet look as pink in the sheets. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how regularly documented thought patterns lead to a fascinating read. Also, how having the balls to confess is liberating.

Balls to Confess

Since I started documenting my musings since I was young, it has provided me the benefit of documenting the evolution of my thought patterns over years, in quite a public spectacle. Rains have always made me fall in love with everyone and everything around me. Yet, also reminded me of a sunny afternoon that’s no more. Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares thoughts on the role of perspective in business, based on experiencing a good catch. It's time to step out of boundaries.

The Joy of a Catch – role of perspective in business

Oh the joy of a catch. Hands clasping the ball tight. And letting it go, and walking home. The way it was meant to be. Or was it? What if you were supposed to drop the first one, and catch the second, or the third? What if the catch was a notorious master plan, and missing it is the way out? What if we cross the boundaries of what is presumed to be proper and not? Read more →

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