For the last three days I have been trying to get over the trauma of being forced to lick my own urine over which my hostel warden had sprinkled salt.
I have been trying to focus on drawing but the nauseating experience does not leave me.
I feel like vomiting all the time. The feeling just doesn’t go away.
‘I drew this picture to to forget the urine-licking incident, but I can’t’ Punita Singh, Class V student gives her account of the shocking way she was treated
Every time I put a morsel in my mouth, I get the same yucky feeling. I get the feeling that someone has mixed urine and salt in my food.
So I don’t feel like eating. I feel so bad from inside that I don’t even want to meet anyone.
I am a class V student of Visva- Bharati’s Patha Bhavan and have this bad habit of bed-wetting. On that sunny Saturday morning, when I woke up around 6 am, I found I had wetted my bed again.
Our warden Uma Poddar came running to me and forced me to lick the bedsheet which was soaked in my urine as a punishment.
Another warden Sandhya Khan also accompanied her. They first sprinkled salt on it and then caught hold of my head and pressed it down on the wet sheet.
They literally rubbed my face into it. All this was watched by 13 other roommates.
I wonder what they must be thinking of me and what memories they will carry. They had tried to make me drink urine twice earlier but had failed.
On Saturday, when they were forcing me to lick the bed sheet after sprinkling salt on it, I told them repeatedly that it would never happen again and pleaded with them to be spared just one more time.
One of my seniors, a class VII girl, was also there in the room. She too requested the warden to forgive me but Poddar ignored her pleas.
The warden told the girl that ‘if you cannot see this you can leave the room’.
Later, I could speak to my parents over the phone and they came to take me away from the Karabi hostel in Santiniketan – poet Rabindranath Tagore’s abode of peace.
They also consulted doctors who advised me some medicines. I am sleeping a lot after the incident.
I still cannot forget that awful experience. It is haunting me constantly.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget what Poddar did to me on Saturday.
Every time I will drink or eat something, it will remind me of the Saturday morning nightmare.
Now I am really scared of the approach they have shown towards me.
I don’t want to go back. I have told this to my parents and they understand my sentiments.
Two months ago, I had taken ill and the school authorities had to hospitalise me.
But the worst part was that they did not inform my parents.
My parents got to know of my illness much later.
Look at this picture which I drew after the incident – a donkey standing in the middle of a field with a bird staring at it from a branch of a tree.
I drew this to forget the urine-licking incident, but I can’t.