it was a dark cellar underground, built with strong stone walls, into which any criminal guilty of a capital offence was ushered to breathe his last there without food and drink. such was the cellar into which gangazara was thrust. what were his thoughts when he reached that place? "it is of no use to accuse either the goldsmith or the prince now. we are all the children of fate. we must obey her commands. this is but the first day of my father's prophecy. so far his statement is true. but how am i going to pass ten years here? perhaps without anything to sustain life i may drag on my existence for a day or two.