Also read: A personal history of spotting Eid ka chand
My oldest memory of Eid-ul-fitr dates back to the time when I was not more than three feet tall.
Sleeping in an open air verandah with a mosquito net serenading my slumber, I, the four-year-old granddaughter of late Nazir Ahmed Khan, was visiting my paternal, ancestral village Shahdhuali, in Kushinagar district, Uttar Pradesh, to celebrate Eid, hallmarking the end of the holy month of Ramzan.
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