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Our NLU Delhi University bus stops in front of Delhi Central Jail, outside it's massive complex. The weather was cold outside but the jail looks even more colder.
The selected research students sit in stiff silence, adjusting their ID cards or sneaking anxious glances at the looming gray walls outside. We all are wearing Law University's formal uniforms which is black coats, black trousers, white shirts, and, black ties.
I exhale slowly, pressing my lips together. No matter how much I mentally prepare, the reality of where I am crashes down.
Central Jail of India.
Asia's largest prison complex. The walls stretch endlessly, thick concrete topped with layers of barbed wire. Gun towers stand at intervals, where armed guards watch from above. The main iron gates are massive and designed to keep monsters in and the world out.
A few hundred meters away, I can make out a second gate, leading deeper into the high-security zones. The scent of rust, metal, and something stale was all over here.
I glance around and the other nine students who were selected seem just as much as overwhelmed and awkward like me.
The last time I walked through these gates, I was thirteen. A victim. A girl seeking for justice. I clearly remembered I was shaking with rage, fear, and something worst. I was gripping my Chachi's hand so tightly that my nails were biting her skin and my stomach was twisted as I was led through these very corridors. That time, I was here because of him- a boy who thought he could take what wasn't his and live happily after. A monster I send to jail. But now, I return- not as a victim, not as a girl begging for justice, but as a law student.
