The Room on the Roof is about Rusty, a sixteen-year-old Anglo-Indian boy in Dehra and his quest on the answer to the question of “Where do I really belong?” The book does not necessarily answer this question for Rusty. Or for you. However, it has enough food for thought.

These tales, as you can probably figure out, include Gods (not much of Goddesses), sages, kings (but not much of queens), king’s daughters (princesses), and their husbands (mostly princes), curses, boons, sacrifices, animals who can talk, royal marriages, friendships, pride, demons, herdsman, ghosts, fairies, and mortal humans.

This book goes on talking about many such issues that considered a hush-hush affair in almost every Indian household. This book jumps from one issue to another swiftly. Just like we fall into those dark pits, without knowing so ourselves, and only realizing it after we’re somewhat lost.

The author’s love for comic books gripped me even more tightly as I could relate to his fascination with heroes saving the world. But what made me read with awe is his tiny 12-year-old head calculating business plans. His passion was evident and had started to drive him right from a very young age.