Srinagar, July 1 -- Fifteen days ago, I submitted my PhD thesis. More than ten years of a journey in one university, one hostel, one city. When I submitted that file in the centre, there were tears in my eyes. Tears of joy, of pride, and of a gratitude I have always felt towards this institution that nurtured me, educated me, and kept me safe. And then, that very same week, I came across an article in The New Indian Express that seemed determined to paint Jamia as an institution plagued by sexual harassment. I read it twice. The first time in anger. The second time thinking I must have misunderstood. But no, it said exactly what I had read the first time. And that is when I decided I would not stay silent. Because what I have seen, felt, ...