Pradeep Roka — a hotelier by profession, an entrepreneur by vision, and a writer by heart.

On the streets of Dehradun, Pradeep Roka often came across hungry eyes and tiny hands knocking on car windows. Like many others, he once chose to look away. But one day, the gaze of a little girl changed his life forever. She was not only selling balloons—through her innocence, she asked a haunting question: “Am I not human?”

That question became the turning point of his journey as a writer. For Pradeep, writing is not a profession, but a responsibility. His works are not numbers or reports; they are the cries of humanity given a voice on paper.

He often says, “I did not write this book for children. I wrote it for adults. Because the pain of children is not their fault—it is the result of our silence.”