We are all bound to one moment, wherein something paused while writing our destinies, and in that very solemn moment, we were tied.

Despairing, desolate, destitute.

What is it that's the most important thing in keeping and taking care of love?

I seek your reply in the most solemn moments of the night, and may you have the courage to pen up a response that settles my questions.

You, with an I or not, you're you, and you have a long way to go.

Flowing through my head Is the question "Is she needing Another side of a man I cannot be?"

'When faring on journeys, ward yourself well. Take not harbour near the highway for thereby dwell many ill wights for men's bewilderment.'

Up, down. Down and up. But ultimately forward, with a yearning heart. That either is an experienced sailor or just a liver of life.

"What do you do when you're happy?"

The leaves of the plant seemed to lap up the sunlight, just the way a hungry being would. I watered it regularly, yet it didn't seem like...

Chauhan pens his newfound infatuation.

If you've been paying attention - and I won't blame you if you haven't - you'd have noticed that I don't write fiction as much as I write...

I'm done with the metaphors. I'm done with the similes. I'm tired of analogies and trying to explain things by the means of examples. I'm...

"He will try to dissuade you," Master Tai had said. "He will use his powers of speech and charm to make you give up and give in. Make...

Everyone strives for what they think they’re bound: pain a pound, love profound, and a life abound. But then, why do I seek to go back?...

There are subjects present in the scientific world which aim to explain what happens in the world. Taking into account the incomings and...

On a beautiful deserted beach, a litter of stray pups were playing with each other. At a distance, the mother sat, tired; keeping an eye...

At every passing turn; Amidst all traffic helter-skelter; I stand there, invisible; Bereft of home and shelter. At every occasion; Amidst...

Sometimes I wish I was a book; Holding countless tales in perfect detail. Sometimes I wish I was a book; Complete from start to finish....

I have been struggling with my mental health since long, and I finally decided to see a psychiatrist for it. Long story short, I have...

Time travels. And time-travels. The entire escapade of humanity can be defined within that hyphen. Humanity has bequeathed a very...

I have contemplated becoming a carefree psychopath exactly four times in my life, always with a resolute gusto and an absolute lack of...

Videos of dogs being rescued have become the smile providers I need at times. But it also fuels in me a great curiosity.

I am thrilled to announce that the second edition of my first book, "The Best of Halfway To Asphodel: 2015-2017", titled 'Halfway To...

As it is very aptly said, “yaadein, yaad aati hain”.

Apologising is one of the basic manners taught to children in school, told to be used frequently, and advised to be taken in unconditionally

Chauhan's writes a story about love - lost and found.

Chauhan's pen reeks his need to trudge on.

Chauhan opens up about his past two years.

I'm off for the while. Thanks.

Chauhan wonders what beauty others see in desolation.

In which Chauhan tries to explain his nightless sleeps.

Chauhan pens his pain within.

Chauhan pens his feelings about always being the nth wheel.

It’s a bad time, you know, when you see rectangles. Rectangles, I say, and not circles. Seeing circles means you are dazed, high, drunk....

Arthur, Arthur in the phone; Who’s the craziest in the unknown? When the world preys and prays, Who’s the one cast and thrown? Arthur,...

My talks begin with aplomb, but they never seem to end. Sadly, it is now taken as eloquence. It is this ‘eloquence’, which has now...

There exists a quiet void within everything. And when I say everything, I mean every thing, ranging from the commotion of the day to the...

Maybe we are supposed to meet the wrong people, Maybe we are not meant to be, Maybe we are satellites, Maybe we are the unlucky ones,...

There was a god in front of us. There were people behind me. The temple bells were clanging. The aarti drums were banging. It was chaotic...

I sit, engrossed in my work, staring at the laptop screen. Time seemed to dawdle past me, while in reality, it was gushing past me...

A bead of sweat trickled down from beneath my ear onto the pillow. It tickled the skin as it trickled, drawing my attention to the humid...

I have a very queer relationship with my epiphanies. They’ve been my door to revelations and discoveries, the gateway to realisations and...

Tears, warm tears, Flow by my side. Scaling the skin Very much alive, A remnant of what’s died. Tears, unwanted tears, Flow by my side....

The pendulum clock chimes five, as I throw away my beddings in frustration. Once again, the night had left me petrified of slumber. My...

Tum January banna, Mujh jaisa December nahi. Taaki tumhare aane ka jashn ho, Bhale mere chale Jaane ka gham nahi. Tum March banna, ...

मैं यहाँ अपने आप को खोजने आया हूँ, उसके शहर की एक रात चुराने आया हूँ! मैं यहाँ अपने गीत सुनाने आया हूँ, उसकी शाम मे एक पल बिताने आया हूँ!...

Somewhere far far away, beyond the realm of allure and distaste, exists a small bench. I will meet you there, to wipe away the clouds of...

She listens to me Even if I’ve nothing to say. And she sees things in me, When I have nothing to show. She stays with me, When I have...

Why is it that throughout the history of man, he has struggled to come to terms with a sense of isolation? Why is it, that the idea of...