From this distance, the towering mosque appeared like a gigantic fist that had wrapped the whole of Kashi in its thrall. Its dominating presence commanded the sight of every visitor much before he actually entered Kashi. Lakshmi wished she had binoculars. She strained her eyes. She could detect a line of ghats just below the mosque. To its right stood another mosque, not as imposing but tall and eye-catching. ‘Sarmaji, I see only mosques. Where’s the Vishwanath temple?’
