Rajesh Muthuraj
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Stuffed Wallet, Stuffed Mind
– a Talesmith Short by Rajesh Muthuraj Raghav’s wallet had become a living creature. Not officially, but because of the way it behaved. Every time he tried to close it, it would spring back open with a dramatic “thwack”, as if shouting, “Please do not stuff anything more, am already full!” Inside were things no archaeologist could identify:… Read more
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Tiny Boil, Huge Drama
– a Talesmith Short by Rajesh Muthuraj If life ever feels too calm, too peaceful, too under control, don’t worry.A boil on your tongue will arrive uninvited to restore chaos. Honestly, it’s shocking how a creature smaller than an ant, invisible to everyone except you, can take over the entire mood. One moment I was… Read more
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What About Your Tank?
A Talesmith Short by Rajesh Muthuraj Have you ever noticed a fuel tanker on the road?That mighty vehicle thundering down the highway, carrying thousands of litres of petrol to fill up every car, bike, and generator it meets along the way. It looks so powerful, doesn’t it? The symbol of energy and supply. The one… Read more
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The Joy in Every Bite
A Talesmith Short by Rajesh Muthuraj There is something beautifully human about the way we eat. Notice how almost everyone, no matter where they come from, quietly saves the best bite for last, the crispiest chip, the softest piece of roti, the sweetest part of a mango. It’s never planned or spoken; it’s just something… Read more
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Why Everyone’s So Angry on the Road
“From the Streets We Drive, and the Tempers We Carry” A Talesmith Short by Rajesh Muthuraj Every morning, the same drama unfolds on our streets: the symphony of honks, engines, shouts, and sighs. What should be a routine commute often turns into a wrestling match on wheels. Two motorists lock horns over a tiny scratch.… Read more
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Husbands on Wheels: The DMart Diaries
a Talesmith Short by Rajesh Muthuraj If you ever visit DMart on a Sunday evening, look closely. Amid the chaos of carts crashing, kids crying, and loud announcements of “Buy 2 get 1 free on toilet cleaners!”, you’ll find a distinct species roaming the aisles: The Poor Men with Trolleys. They are easy to spot.Expression:… Read more
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घर की मुर्गी – दाल बराबर?
a Talesmith short by Rajesh Muthuraj अपमान का अचार रसोई नगर की सुबह हमेशा की तरह शांति से शुरू हुई जब तक कि किसी ने वो जानी-मानी कहावत नहीं बोल दी:“घर की मुर्गी दाल बराबर!” बस फिर क्या था, मुर्गी मैडम का प्रेशर कुकर फट पड़ा।वो घमंड से अपनी पंख फड़फड़ाते हुए बोलीं,“बस! अब तो… Read more
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The First Dosa Always Dies for a Cause
By Rajesh Muthuraj | A Talesmith Original Every kitchen has its fallen hero. The gas hisses. The tawa gleams. The batter waits, innocent and confident, like a student ready for the exam it will definitely fail. You swirl the ladle with all the grace of a master chef on a cooking show. For a moment,… Read more
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The JOKE That BROKE Him
By Talesmith The lights dim.Spotlight on.A single mic. Ravi walks up, that trademark grin plastered on his face — the kind that looks confident from far away and exhausted up close.He taps the mic, clears his throat. The laughter hit him like applause therapy.And for a moment, he forgot everything else. “Do you know what’s… Read more
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Alexa, Stop My Mother!
A Talesmith Story by Rajesh Muthuraj Ravi bought Alexa for one reason: peace.He lived alone, worked from home, and wanted help managing his life.A friendly AI who’d wake him gently, play classical music, and say things like “You’re doing great, Ravi!” He didn’t know Alexa would soon be replaced… by a higher authority. Day 1:… Read more
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When the FAN Needed a FAN
In the living room of Flat No. 302, Gulmohar Residency, lived a ceiling fan named Fanoo — a three-bladed veteran who had survived everything: summer heatwaves, tantrums of toddlers, and at least two cricket matches played indoors. Fanoo was a hard worker. He spun from dawn till dinner, and sometimes even through midnight arguments that… Read more
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The Road Ahead
by Talesmith When the car finally disappeared down the road with its new owner, Ramesh stood in silence. The empty garage looked strange—too wide, too quiet. But his heart was lighter than he expected. That evening, his son Aarav came home and noticed the absence immediately.“Papa… you sold it?” he asked, surprised. “You know, beta…… Read more
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Celebrate the Lightning, Not the Limitation
I recently came across an article that mentioned Usain Bolt — the fastest man the world has ever seen — now feels breathless while climbing stairs. Reading that struck me. It reminded me how quickly we shift our attention from what a person has achieved to what they can no longer do. Not long ago,… Read more
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The Uselessly Useful Words
It was evening in the Dictionary Café, a place where words hung out after a hard day of being overused. The menu had items like Grammar Rolls, Punctuation Pie, and the chef’s special: Word Salad. At table 23, two regular customers sat complaining. Actually: (adjusting his glasses) “Actually… I’m exhausted. I was used 47 times… Read more
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The Four O’Clock Squad
Every Sunday at exactly 4:00 p.m., four friends—Rajesh, Robert, Michael, and Vivian—met at Lakshmi Tea Stall, a place with stools so wobbly you got a free leg workout, walls decorated with chai stains, and a ceiling fan that rotated only when bribed with a kick. The menu hadn’t changed since 1983, which was fine because… Read more
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The Four O’Clock Squad
Every Sunday at exactly 4:00 p.m., four friends—Rajesh, Robert, Michael, and Vivian—met at Lakshmi Tea Stall, a place with stools so wobbly you got a free leg workout, walls decorated with chai stains, and a ceiling fan that rotated only when bribed with a kick. The menu hadn’t changed since 1983, which was fine because… Read more
