Varsha Murthy – Co-author, Wafting Earthy

Born and raised in Bangalore, Varsha Murthy is 19 years old, just starting out on her writing journey.

Currently pursuing a degree in Psychology, English Literature and Communications, she spends her free time with her two dogs. Her hobbies mostly involve reading fanfiction, listening to k-pop and scrolling through social media. Reading for her has always been an escape from day to day life and writing started off as just another facet of the same. She writes so she can turn off everything happening in her own life and focus on her characters instead. She prefers writing short stories most and hopes that through her writing, she can provide an escape to her readers as well.

We asked Varsha a few questions to get to know her better. Here’s what she had to say:

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I have been writing since… 

I’ve been writing since I was 14 but making up stories in my head for much longer.

My favorite author(s) and book(s)? 

My favourite authors are Nina Lacour and Adam Silvera and my favourite book is Carry On by Rainbow Rowell.

My journey as a writer: 

My journey as a writer has been short and private for the most part, upto this point. But it’s always been something I knew I wanted to do, in some form or other. Books were always my favourite things and I’ve always wanted to write them but could never quite go beyond a short story.


Why should we read you?

Reading has always been an escape for me and I would like my writing to be the same for others.

My favorite genre to read / write 

I’ll read anything fiction but I mostly write short stories.

What advise would you give young and aspiring writers? 

As a young and aspiring writer myself, I don’t have much advice to give but I do think it’s important to find people who will be both supportive and honest about your work.


Here’s an excerpt from Varsha’s winning story The Empty Space that’s now published in Wafting Earthy:

The old man stood looking at his shelving unit.

It was perfect, every bottle laid out perfectly, evenly spaced, completely devoid of dust. He didn’t demand much from his maid, preferring to let her do her own thing, slack off occasionally even, but this? This he required of her. And by now she knew that even if she didn’t dust his furniture every day, or put his clothes in the closet immediately after they were done drying, if she just came and dusted off the contents of this room every day, she would still have a job.

He wondered sometimes what his reputation was, what she said about her employer to her friends and family. More likely than not, she’d probably shrug her shoulders, call him eccentric and move on from the topic. It was a job after all and no one liked to dwell on these things longer than necessary. Especially if they were making your life easier in some way. Eccentricity was something you could claim after your bank account crossed a certain limit, going from dangerous to weird to eccentric. Maybe a quirky thrown in there somewhere. Good looks and money bought you that and he’d never had to worry about the former. And yeah, eccentric billionaire had a nice ring to it.

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