Tag: rain

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje shares how he feels torn between indoors and the rainy outdoors. It is a rare fear that keeps us from being ourselves.

I stand by as it rains.

I am made for the rain. The rain is made for me. Yet I stand by the door, shuffling my feet. A rare uncertainty keeping me on the edge. It rains as it always will. With a certain strength, with a certain grace. It rains with a set jaw and a steady gaze, not a care in the world. Why do I care so? Read more →

On Frankaffe, Sushrut Munje writes poetry on the reckless nature of tumultuous passion, quite like unplanned yet ecstatic spurts of acrylic on canvas.

Reckless

When the moon shines bright, it’s a good night to fall in love. Her words set the tone. Do you smell the summer spice in her hair? Feel the wind hug you in its entirety, and her. When the scent of the night flowers lays insistent, it’s a good time to fall in love. Taste the rain, do you, it comes like she does, slow and heavy, wet and thirsty, you gasp like you have never had. Read more →

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