K Srinivas JagannathThe voices that promised everythingThe knocking started on a cold, rainy morning. Shivering, Pulak felt morose and guilty all of a sudden, as he walked along the lonely…Mar 12, 2021Mar 12, 2021
K Srinivas JagannathTiny WorldsIt was a time before the madness. Or perhaps it was the time of madness. Either way, it was a different time, a different place. And yet…Mar 12, 2021Mar 12, 2021
K Srinivas JagannathAI hail from an island. I was not born there, nor were my childhoods spent there. But my connection to that land goes much deeper. It forms…Mar 12, 2021Mar 12, 2021
K Srinivas JagannathThe Service ManGopu had begun his life in a village. His childhood was filled with the kind of pleasures that accompanied village life. Idyllic meadows…May 12, 2020May 12, 2020
K Srinivas JagannathAbout a confused mind.As I went through my daily rituals to get ready for office this morning, I substituted my usual sip of Black Tea with Black Coffee. As I…Jul 9, 2018Jul 9, 2018
