Short Story: STJ by Parthosarothy K. Mukherji

Parthosarothy K. Mukherji shares an intense yet fun read that takes us through a day in the life of the protagonist, which is nothing short of a roller coaster ride.

Three-letter acronyms have always carried a particular menace in the lexicon of fear—BTK, KGB, NSA, CIA. Each one leaves behind a distinct scent of dread, a terroir of terror: a dry mouth, an acrid stench in the nose, bile rising from a hollowed stomach. But none—not even the serial killer whose spree blurred torture and murder, nor the shadow agencies that disappeared thousands—have evoked the visceral, all-consuming horror of STJ.

Sar Tan Se Juda.

The head severed from the body. (Loosely translated)