Tag: love

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 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 →

Sushrut Munje writes how a person is audacious poetry, complete enough to make sense, incomplete enough to intrigue. People are beautiful, & some even more so.

Compilation of Hotness

It is a rainy evening, full of conversations and good work on my brand spanking new wooden desk. Cradling a cold brew throughout, my delicate sensibilities have been on a high. The music isn’t helping, and I find myself drifting away. Skimming through what I’ve written over the last few months, it’s startling the passion that has gone into these sentences. I forget most of the things I write. I forget the intensity experienced till the words are read again. This compilation was meant to happen. 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 →

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