I first experienced police custody in 2017, during the Bhangar movement. I was jailed twice; the first time, I spent 19 days in police custody, followed by 10 days in CID custody. Those 20 days were something else entirely. Jail custody is one thing; police custody is indescribable. The medieval conditions of police lock-ups are beyond the imagination of anyone who has never been there. Filthy blankets crawling with bedbugs and strange insects, dark and unhealthy cells, bathrooms that are 80 per cent open and utterly filthy. Food consists of a plate of rice, watery lentils, and a sprinkle of chili powder. When I pushed the plate away and said I wouldn’t eat it, an officer said, “What can I do? The government allocates three and a half rupees per meal. I’ll arrange an omelette for you from my own money.”