मेरा आजीवन कारावास / माझी जन्मठेप (स्वातंत्र्यवीर सावरकर - काले पानी का ऐतिहासिक संस्मरण)

Both of us laughed. He laughed spontaneously while mine was a forced laugh.
After discussing a few matters with me, he left the place. I sat down; we two alone were
in that cell confronting each other; myself and my punishment. In that gloomy room we
were staring each other in the face.
The rest of the day’s story and the turmoil within, I have depicted in my poem,
‘The Saptarshi.’ Its first part contains it and I need not dwell upon it here.
The Second Day
“It is just day”, so the Jamadar greeted me, “ although your sentence started from
yesterday, the Saheb has asked me to take out for your morning walk as usual, and so I
am here.”
I went down with him to have my constitutional. During my absence my cell was
searched through and through. My kit and my books were removed from that place. I was
having my perambulations in the open square downstairs. My former clothes were not on
my person. I was dressed in the garb of a prisoner. And curious eyes were looking on me
to see how I appeared in my new vestments. From the hospital, along the passage, and
through the windows, they observed me finding out one excuse or another to do so. Some
to satisfy their idle curiosity and others full if compassion for me! The goal of Dongri is
in the very heart of the town. For I could see high up and around me, chawls and other
tenements on all sides of it. Everyday when I was brought down for exercise, I had
noticed people from these neighbouring houses standing in the windows and the galleries
to have a look at me. Men and women were there peeping and whispering. They stayed
there till I had done my morning walk. Sometime, evading the watchman, I used to look
up, and exchange salutations with them. I was pleased in my heart by the regard they had
shown to me. I felt then that we, who had worked for their liberty, were rotting in jails,
while they were silently looking on without the least notion of taking revenge. Once I
learnt that the guard had administered a stern rebuke to the landlord of one of these
chawls. So I decided to walk in the square and never once look up so that none of them
should suffer on my account. During my walk I used to recite the whole of the Yoga
Sutras, and recalling each text to my mind used to meditate on it. Today, while I was thus
absorbed, the guard pulled me up saying that the time was up and I must return to my
cell. I climbed up the stairs and went to my room. Being lost in thought I sat in one part
of the room for a long time to come. Suddenly, I heard the knocking on the door and
looking up saw an Havildar coming in. he had a prisoner with him who carried a bundle
on his head. The reverie had made me oblivious of my surroundings; so I kept on looking
at him with vacant eyes, whereupon the Havildar said to me,
“Sir, do not please be anxious. God will make the days easy for you. He is a witness to
the dire distress, and he will be your stay in it. I and mine, I assure you, were full of tears