It was raining sparsely when we entered the gates of cellular jail. We had already made it sure that we visited the historic monument on the first day of our visit to Port Blair. I was emotionally charged to visit a place where the sweat, blood and tears of umpteen fighters were shed during the gruesome years of our anti colonial struggle. As an ardent follower of history, I had always longed to see this monument where martyrs suffered for our emancipation. Inside the gates there was a gallery of photographs of convicts and martyrs who occupied the jail over the period.