Faiz, was on the Indian leg of his research on the noted prisons of the world. The Indian prison that he visited was the Kalapani. The sight of the cellular jail sent shivers down his spine. He could hear the cries of pain, agony and patriotism as though it was happening now. “Faiz, are you ok? You seem disturbed”. His friend’s words brought him back to his senses. He wiped a tear that trickled and said, “My grandpa was lodged here and none in the family have seen him alive”. He took his camera and went ahead clicking pictures.

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