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I woke up early. It was quite cold still I decided to venture out of the riad (old house) where I was staying to explore the town while it was still dark. The small gate at the entry resembled in many ways the houses where I had spent my holidays in childhood in Mathura and Bulandshahr in UP. One had to bow down to clear the head from the narrow wooden gate. The call of Azaan could be heard from the Kotoubia Mosque a short distance away, was very akin to those ones...
