The Mango Capital Of The World Is Nowhere Near The US

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If someone told you that they had a friend who visited them only once a year, but during that visit they blew all their money on that friend, you might try to sit them down for a long chat. But to the medieval Indian poet Amir Khusrau— translated in the collection “In the Bazaar of Love” — this statement wasn’t a complaint, but rather an ode to his favorite fruit: the mango. There are probably many people reading this who can…