We didn't stop dreaming. Though we knew one day it would be over. One day we would just run after money and glory concealing our dreams like thousands others. One day we would run after job, we would run after positions or we would end up becoming a very ordinary flatterer.
We, however, never ceased to dream. Dreams continued returning to us in several forms and shapes, sometimes in a feeling of rebellion, sometimes as an inner cry of human soul and sometimes when we thought that we have a companion like Professor Anu Muhammad with us.
Our campus returns to ourselves, returns with dreams. We still feel proud of our university and the most magical period of our life.
And very reasonably we become concerned and enraged when we see our teacher Anu Mohammad lying under boots and batons of law enforcers. When we see the man who inspired our dreams suffer injury on the street, we do not feel helpless anyway, rather feel inspired once again to write and question the honourable prime minister, "What is happening out there? What is wrong with the government?"
Anu Muhammad was always there to speak out. Anu Muhammad was there to be a safe shelter for the girl who did not dare to go to the campus out of fear of harassment, he had the ability to get inside a movement and bring students back to classroom with assurance of due punishment to the culprit.
So, an apology from the home ministry is not enough.
We want a clear explanation of what has happened.