India, Jan. 18 -- For two years, I worked at Jamia Millia Islamia. Each day I entered and exited the campus through gate number 7. Jamia was a beautiful physical space with lush green lawns, a glorious library. While I had an enriching time in my association with Jamia, it was little more than just another workplace for me. Each day, I would wait for the clock to strike 5:30 pm so that I could leave the office and head home.
However, when I went to Jamia in the evening, a few weeks after the brutal attack on December 15, the same space seemed entirely and almost unrecognizably different.
Slogans such as 'Tera kanoon chalega toh chalega kitna, rokne se koi toofan rukega kitna', and 'Desh bachao, samvidhan bachao' stared back at me as I wal...