• art by agnes-cecile
    Love

    My clumsy poetry

    I waited for you, expecting you to provide sanity amid all the insanity around. But you had things to do. And I gave in to the madness. And before I stopped waiting for you, I knew I had stopped waiting for myself. — Look around. A pretty face. And one more. Many more. A new fancy everyday. Whom would you kiss? Whom would you nibble at? Whose skin would you bite away and lick every naked crevice you can find as they shiver and surrender before the beast that you are. Whose hand would you hold? Whose eyes would you get lost into? Whose hair would you run your fingers…

  • Courtesy: An Le
    Love,  People

    Fall is here. It fills me.

    She had just sung a song for me, a melody of her own making. She had sung it with all abandon. And now she was looking right at me. Waiting. I saw her smiling wide. Lush brown waves falling over her shoulders. Eyes moist, and bright as sunshine, so brown, a rich roast. I smiled back, lost for words. Wondering which words would aptly describe the earth shaking beneath my feet. What words to describe the smell of her spring in these cold autumn winds. That I lived every note she had written, tracing them through my mad stories. How do I say that her song had taken me on a…

  • Esha Oberoi
    People

    Esha Oberoi

    What would you wear, sunshine? What would you wear when you step off your bed and crinkle your eyes? What would you choose to tell the world today, a perceptive contraption of your own creation, the one you shine through? What cloaks your stitches, what warms your heat? What hangs off your glorious edges? What certain scarf on your high neck? What flowing silk for your invisible stride? What makes you – the layers or the light? Tell me of your free will, and how you provoke yourself. Tell me about the billowing smoke that releases you from it all, and how you fly. Are you swift with the kestrels…

  • Ekta Shetty / Frankaffe
    People

    Ekta Shetty

    A stroopwafel never ceases to surprise me. Deliciously popular with its origin in my current city, yet I’ve never had one. Easy to miss the best things unless they dance in front of you wearing Dobby’s tea cosy. Syrup within the stiff dough, conflict between natural perception and reality, an ignorant soul won’t know what awaits him. Such complexity, yet it all melts when you keep it on a warm drink. A freezing Monday morning suddenly turns into a sunny Saturday afternoon. I met Ekta Shetty at work. She was an intern elsewhere, enthusiastic yet understated. Not a word out of place, composed and with a bright smile with a…

  • bharat-ahir-frankaffe
    People

    Bharat Ahir

    We started together at Bombay Connect, the quintessential co working space at Bandra (Mumbai), back then a part of the Unltd India family. It was a warm community, and we were young, and stumbling onward. Looking back, what consistently stands out is his generosity and an evergreen sense of support that always stands extended. He has built Russsh (previously known as GetMyPeon) for the last 7 years, a hugely popular and the go-to brand for conventional and unconventional errands in Mumbai. His innate understanding of people, logistics and the way this city works helps him get things done – a combination of skills most of us would pillage for. He…

  • navyashree-emani-frankaffe
    People

    Navyashree Emani

    “An artwork caught our eye, and the conversation discussed the mischievous history of something that seemed so politely packaged. Quite like her, a wine that offers a tingle, mischief in a stately gown. The tip of the iceberg, inviting a conversation, layers revealed if the chords are struck right. Chilly ocean for the uninitiated, a hot water spring for one who hums along. And we discussed peaches. The appealing softness, just so warm in every light, the definite cheekiness and the desirable texture – a hint of what’s in store. A peach is intense, an acquired taste for those who seek sugar, sheer satiation for those who lick the sweetness…