the body evanascent
My body is a temple, visited by self-entitled men. Count with me, my pilgrims —
read morea conversation between Srishti and Madeeha
My body is a temple, visited by self-entitled men. Count with me, my pilgrims —
read moreHannah is a writer running from pillar to post in an attempt to make sense of culture and conversation. She is often found convincing people to watch Nanette by her namesake or reading in a dark room.
read moreOne of the lessons you learn very early on if you’re engaged in creative pursuits is that self-doubt will be a constant, unshakeable companion. I’m not a good writer, but that’s okay. Someday, I will be. I try not to see mediocrity as a fixed fate I must resign myself to forever, and so it doesn’t scare me too much. It’s a survival tactic, really, this hope fueled-perseverance. “I’ll get better”, I tell myself often - sometimes at the close of a weary day where despite my best efforts not much gets done, other times when I read a compelling piece of writing and wish it were mine. With conscious effort, I’ve grown to believe this simple affirmation (and when that feels hard, my writing from three years ago serves as an effective reminder).
read moreA week back, I posted something on my story. It was an examination of personal hypocrisies contained in disbalances between belief systems and actual relationships.
read moreunediting