NavelStories™

The rain came down in soft sheets, millions of small droplets banded close enough together to make a beautiful, hypnotic rhythm on the awnings of the shops and apartment buildings on Clark street. The water rose halfway up on the curbs, covering most of the drains and threatening to rise onto the sidewalk. It had been coming down since 4AM and now, at 6:05AM it didn't appear to be losing any momentum. It was a bit darker than usual at this hour with the downpour, but there was light out. The temperature had been oppressive lately but the rain had brought it down to a comfortable level. An occasional early riser on the street could be seen in a windbreaker in addition to the umbrella.. The man in the sweater had pulled into the recessed storefront and set his umbrella down. He took a deep breath and wiped his brow. He looked up and down the street. A woman who was readying herself for work, watched him from her third floor condominium window. She thought he was looking for something

Hi there! My name is Priyanka, and I'm a 23-year-old and recently moved to Canada. This is my first time writing a story. Please bear with me. About my figure, I am a little on the curvy side, I have a figure of 32C-30-34, and my skin tone is fair. When I first arrived in Canada, I couldn't wait to explore the city. My roommates and I planned a fun outing together, and that's when I met Raghav. He was a friend of one of my roommates, and we all went to the same college. We instantly connected because we had a lot in common, like our hobbies and backgrounds. We started spending more time together and eventually began dating. In October last year, during the lively Navratri festival, I really wanted to dance the Garba. I convinced Raghav to come with me, and we had a great time dancing together. But by the time the event ended, it was already late. Raghav suggested that I stay at his place since he lived nearby. When we got to his place, I asked if he had something I could ch

Saturday Morning The woman sat in the sailboat's cockpit, her legs stretched out in the sun, her eyes fixed on the thatched-roof cottages that rimmed the palm-lined shore less than a hundred yards away. The sun had been up for less than three hours but already the morning air was thick and warm, and despite the steady trade-wind blowing through her hair she was already uncomfortably warm. She swatted absently at an unseen bug, swiped at a couple beads of sweat that ran down her neck and into her t-shirt. A boat loaded with scuba divers roared by on its way to the pass that led from the lagoon out to sea. She watched them for a moment, envied their mobility, envied the fact that in a few days all those smiling faces would load back onto the ATR airliner on which they'd so recently come and hop back to Papeete in a half hour or so, and then on to places like Paris or New York. She, on the other hand, would be sailing south with her husband to Papeete, and it would take days. She

The COVID pandemic changed the lives of so many people. My wife and I got affected indirectly by it in a different way. We were living a very simple and happy life before the pandemic. My name is Gopal Raju. I had been living in Abu Dhabi since 2018. I had a decent job as an HR payroll associate in a medium-sized private company. Since I had a decent job, my parents asked me to get settled and arranged my marriage to Kiran for May 2019. I was 27 years old and Kiran was 24 years old at the time of our wedding. We had planned for the wedding to take place when I went to India for my annual vacation. We had a quick honeymoon in Ooty (hill station), as I had only 30 days' leave. Getting accommodation in Abu Dhabi is now very expensive. I used to stay in a shared apartment that had 4 guys living in it. After marriage, I needed to get a suitable apartment as I planned to bring Kiran to live with me. I searched, and most of the available apartments were beyond my budget. So I looked into