Presently biding my time : Drinking coffee and dreaming up new worlds
As I secretly follow my dream of : Writing stories that will make the goddesses of feminism proud.
As good as : I can be right now. But my heroes are the likes of Jamaica Kincaid
Part of the : Creative Writing Mentorship Program from 24 January – 11 April, 2015
My Website : I edit and curate The Madras Mag
About being a part of Anita’s Attic Creative Writing program
It’s only been a while since I completed the creating writing and mentoring programme at Anita’s Attic and I can already sense something shifting inside. A quiet confidence has taken the place this creeping sense of disappointment that came from the fact that my writing was not “going anywhere”. I owe almost all of this confidence to Anita for telling me exactly what to expect from a life in writing, at these sessions. Just that. A life filled with honest writing. And not expect it to take me anywhere, right away. To patiently nurture the stories inside me and to treat them with dignity. She was able to identify my voice and pull it out of me, even as I was struggling with re-adjusting to a new life where I had quit a full-time job that paid me handsomely, to write. And this is no small gift.
The time I spent at the Attic was arguably the best 12 weeks of my life. I do not say this lightly. To think about writing, and to have someone else take you and your work seriously is all you ever want as a writer. And that is exactly what Anita’s Attic gave me. Meeting with so many different people from the publishing world at the workshop has also helped me have realistic expectations and set realistic goals for myself.I gained a lot more than I thought I ever would when I signed up for this workshop.
Anita’s notes on my work and her contribution to the collection of short stories I am working on has been immense. I can actually see the difference in my work now. Her sense of what works and what doesn’t, what you can do and what you cannot are impeccable. In Anita, I know I’ve found a mentor for life.
Krupa Ge’s Bio
Krupa Ge lives and works in Madras. She has co-authored two coffee table books and was shortlisted for the César Egido Serrano Foundation, Madrid’s Flash Fiction Prize. Her short fiction has appeared in the Open Road Review, The Bombay Review, 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology, Papercuts and Sahitya Akademi’s Indian Literature, among other electronic and print journals. She hasalso written for The Hindu, The Times of India, The New Indian Express, The Ladies Finger, The Four Quarters Magazine and The Alternative, amongst others. She is currently working on a collection of short stories.
An Excerpt from Krupa's latest published work
Till the cows come home
Originally published at The Bombay Review
“What does this mean?” Arumairaj asks Krishnamurthy Iyer.
He is angry. Walking about the house aimlessly. First straight. Then in a circle. Then back to the old spot. His dhoti is folded in half and a white cloth hangs on his dark, bare, left shoulder. Because his headgear sits on his shoulder, Mary can see the unlit country cigarette, behind his ear. That’s his resting place for everything cylindrical and narrow. She watches him quietly. Waiting for Iyer’s reply.
Mary has never seen Iyer so lost in thought. Never heard her father’s voice so raised in front of this man. Iyer’s head is low. His gaze averted. No answer, still.
Mary is impatient. She knows what it means. “It means you cannot kill cows,” she steps up and tells him. Arumairaj’s face softens a bit. His wrinkly, leathery forehead loosens, unknotting briefly his anger, replacing it with tender love.