Short Stories and Reveries

By Gaurav Chandra Tuli

In the Mind Tales' Library, this is where you'll find interesting and thoughtful short stories and reveries. 

Recent posts appear on the top.

Happy reading.

Curtains - A Short Story 

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2026/02/curtains-short-story.html

A Wordless Diary - A Reverie

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-wordless-diary-reverie.html

A Strange Tree - A Reverie

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-strange-tree-reverie.html

A Winter's Tea - A Short Story

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-winter-tea-short-story.html

Captivity - A Reverie

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2026/01/captivity-reverie.html

A Storm - A Reverie

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2025/12/a-storm-intuitive-short-story.html

An Elderly Advice Saves the Day - A Short Story

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2024/03/an-elderly-advice-saves-day-short.html

True Patriotism and Duty - A Short Satire

https://mindtales2024.blogspot.com/2024/03/social-satire-short-story.html

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