Once upon a time there was a mango contractor, in a small district headquarter town in North India, in a region renowned for its delicious mangoes, whose name was Amir Khan. (Amir, by the way, also means ‘rich’ in Urdu, one of India’s eighteen major languages.)

Every year in early winter, when the mornings were heavy with fog, Amir Khan would bid at the local municipal office for a few mango trees. He would watch over the trees he got till the fruit ripened in the summer and then he would make money by selling his mango crop.

One year Amir felt particularly lucky, as he managed to get the special ...

 

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