Dreaming in Andamans : part 1

Entrance of Cellular jail


“Leave nothing on the beach but footprints”

Maybe in this case,you’ve proven me wrong,you epitome of blue elysian, I have left a part of me moving timidly with the white sand of god’s own heaven. 

My journey started in 12th November,when the chilly winds were blowing softly in the midnight of Kolkata,I commenced my journey from Kolkata to Port Blair via AI 787.The time of our departure was 5:40 in the morning.It takes 2 hour and 15 minutes to reach our destination.

We landed on Vir savarkar International Airport on 7:50 am. Minutes before we were about to land in port Blair,we were instructed not to take any pictures as it is a defense airport,controlled by Indian Navy.Exhausted from our early flight,we took an early nap.In the afternoon,we headed out to see Cellular jail, the pathways of Andaman will remind you of all the hill stations,strangely.

Cellular jail, better known as ‘kala paani’, was a colonial prison established by the British to exile freedom fighters of India to the isolated archipelago for their deeds.


The building has seven wings,at the center is situated a tower which served as the intersection ,mainly used by guards to keep a watch on the prisoners.A large bell is situated at the tower ,the bell was usually rung at the time when the brave fighters who fought for India were hanged to death.Three prisoners were hanged at the same time at the gallows.

The inside pictures of cellular jail

The whole building has seven wings and three stories.As we entered one of those succinct and suffocating cell,maybe all of those stories were horrors of the past,it chilled us to the bone of how devastatingly those fighters fought for us,died for us,the ungrateful people.The gallows.

We reached  the top floor of the building,the sun was shining in the west and we could see the ceaseless sea in the background,the air was crisp but years ago it was living hell.I found myself loitering on the building cursed by tears and pain,the sound of azadi, voice of each Independence activists could be heard from the faded memories.

 There is also a light and sound show,but we couldn’t get our hands on the ticket.But more adventures was waiting for us the next day.

Stay tuned for the next part.

It’s been a long time.But that was yesterday,from now on there is no hiatus like this.

With love,
Neha.

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10 Comments Add yours

    1. neha98blog says:

      Thanks Alex for this lovely remark.I will surely post it as soon as possible.Stay tuned(this is my second time saying this)

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  1. arv! says:

    Yet to visit Andaman. Thanks for the little insights into this beautiful island, Neha

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Thanks Arv for reading this.Hope you are doing great.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Beautiful post, keep up the amazing work .
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    (the rope looks new though)

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    1. neha98blog says:

      Thanks kalyan for reading this.

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  3. Kurian says:

    Thank you Neha for sharing your dream. Wonderful insights

    Liked by 2 people

    1. neha98blog says:

      Thank you so much for taking your time to visit the blog and share your lovely thoughts.

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  4. da-AL says:

    a place full of many sad stories…

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  5. Lovely post! You are right. We, ungrateful people, really don’t deserve the sacrifice of these brave freedom fighters.

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