Walking towards it, with the same dread in my heart, I enter it to see a quote of Veer Savarkar hung on the walls.
"Yeh Teerth Mahateertho ka hai,
Mat Kaho isse Kaala Paani,
Tum suno yahan ki Dharti ke,
Kan Kan se Gaatha Balidaani"
["This is a pilgrimage, do not call it Kaala Pani, Tales of sacrifice will reek in every quarter of this land."]
And then I see the buildings. The rows of cells looming at a distance, built in a way that the British jailors could isolate each political prisoner and they would never be able to communicate with each other. A massive Peepul tree stands overlooking the gardens and the grounds, as if witness to it's past.