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Wall Toilet Journal
But why am I writing this? On the wall of a school toilet? And that too with lipstick?
Who’ll read this? And when? And what use will it be to him? Or to me?
I’ll be dead.
Why did I have to start menstruating in the last period on the last day of school before the summer vacation? Why couldn’t I have waited to go home to wear the sanitary napkin?
Will the sweepers really not come to clean the toilets for an entire month? No one will come, not even a burglar? The chowkidaar?
Will no one look for me? Will no one ask, where’s Radha? Not even Ruchi who keeps a seat for me in Bus No. 9 everyday?
Look at how many interrogative sentences I have used! Students will think that Class IVA Ma’am’s grammar is weak. No, I must write clearly.
Dear students,
Please do not forget the lessons I taught you. Submit your holiday homework on the first day after vacation. I won’t be there. But some new teacher (I think it might be Surabhi, Mrs. De’s daughter; she’s been trying to get a job in this school for a long time now) will come to your class. You must be good.
I will never see you again, my dear students. Work hard. All of you must get four points in your ICSE exams. You must all become doctors, engineers, MBAs, or rich cricketers.
Girls, please don’t become school teachers. You may end up dying like me some day, locked in the toilet for a month during summer vacation.
Yours,
Radha Ma’am.
The sweeper will come after a month and find my skeleton here. My body will rot. (Will I stink? I hope not.) No one will be able to recognise me. Perhaps the Vice-Principal, the man who gave me this blue sari on my last birthday, will be able to recognise me?
I’m so thirsty. There’s no water in the tap. Six days, I think, six days now I’ve been here.
Hasn’t my landlady informed the police? Or does she think I have eloped with the milkman?
Mrs. Ghosh, I did not elope with the milkman, believe me.
More than nine days now.
I don’t think I’ll survive till tomorrow.
Students, do you remember Robinson Crusoe’s journal? How he ran out of ink? I’m running out of lipstick. Can’t write anymore.
Crusoe was saved. Who’ll save me?
11 days. I’m still alive. No food. No water.
Or am I dead? Is that the school bell? Or what they call the knell? But I’m not Christian. Do Hindus hear the knell too, when they die?
Oh, this is a Christian school …
Someone’s coming. Help. Can’t shout. Open the door. Please. I’m alive.
Remember me?
IV A Class Teacher?
I’m not dead.
Yes, please come in.
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But why am I writing this? On the wall of a school toilet? And that too with lipstick?
Who’ll read this? And when? And what use will it be to him? Or to me?
I’ll be dead.
Why did I have to start menstruating in the last period on the last day of school before the summer vacation? Why couldn’t I have waited to go home to wear the sanitary napkin?
Will the sweepers really not come to clean the toilets for an entire month? No one will come, not even a burglar? The chowkidaar?
Will no one look for me? Will no one ask, where’s Radha? Not even Ruchi who keeps a seat for me in Bus No. 9 everyday?
Look at how many interrogative sentences I have used! Students will think that Class IVA Ma’am’s grammar is weak. No, I must write clearly.
Dear students,
Please do not forget the lessons I taught you. Submit your holiday homework on the first day after vacation. I won’t be there. But some new teacher (I think it might be Surabhi, Mrs. De’s daughter; she’s been trying to get a job in this school for a long time now) will come to your class. You must be good.
I will never see you again, my dear students. Work hard. All of you must get four points in your ICSE exams. You must all become doctors, engineers, MBAs, or rich cricketers.
Girls, please don’t become school teachers. You may end up dying like me some day, locked in the toilet for a month during summer vacation.
Yours,
Radha Ma’am.
The sweeper will come after a month and find my skeleton here. My body will rot. (Will I stink? I hope not.) No one will be able to recognise me. Perhaps the Vice-Principal, the man who gave me this blue sari on my last birthday, will be able to recognise me?
I’m so thirsty. There’s no water in the tap. Six days, I think, six days now I’ve been here.
Hasn’t my landlady informed the police? Or does she think I have eloped with the milkman?
Mrs. Ghosh, I did not elope with the milkman, believe me.
More than nine days now.
I don’t think I’ll survive till tomorrow.
Students, do you remember Robinson Crusoe’s journal? How he ran out of ink? I’m running out of lipstick. Can’t write anymore.
Crusoe was saved. Who’ll save me?
11 days. I’m still alive. No food. No water.
Or am I dead? Is that the school bell? Or what they call the knell? But I’m not Christian. Do Hindus hear the knell too, when they die?
Oh, this is a Christian school …
Someone’s coming. Help. Can’t shout. Open the door. Please. I’m alive.
Remember me?
IV A Class Teacher?
I’m not dead.
Yes, please come in.
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