SHORTLISTED FOR THE JCB PRIZE FOR LITERATURE 2019SHORTLISTED FOR THE SHAKTI BHATT PRIZE 2019And then finally I felt sadness aided perhaps by those futile notes by the dust that keeps thickening by the untouchable past the inevitable future and by everything else that pushes us around.Ib lives with his schizophrenic father and his nice mother negotiating life not knowing what to do steered by uncaring winds and pushy people. From his slimy unmiraculous birth to the tragic death of a loved one Ib wanders the city from one thing to another confused lost and alone all the while reflecting on his predicament. He is searching for something-what he does not know-and must overcome many obstacles: family religion love and finally death. Will he be defeated by this wreckage of modern life? Will a mysterious woman lift him out of the cement in his soul? In this journey of sadness and self-reflection Ib tranforms into an ordinary man from an ordinary boy and along the way tries to figure out life and understand himself. In this audacious debut that is insightful original and deeply disturbing Roshan Alis play of language is nothing less than masterful.