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Mango occupies a special place in my heart! My earliest mango memories go back to my childhood in a small town called Karimganj in Assam. My father's job took us there, and we spent about two years in a beautiful neighborhood surrounded by numerous mango trees giving us shade all year round. The best time was summers because we could taste the sweet fruit, right from those trees. :) Wait, but it was not all that easy. There were dozens of children living next doors, and most of us were about the same age. All of us used to have a great time in each other's company- until, of course, mangoes were in the picture. You have no idea how often the kids had banged their heads and fought with each other, claiming rights over a fallen piece of mango. If you have ever been to Assam, you would know about the famous Assam-type houses. The roofs are usually made with Tin, and they make very loud sounds if anything strikes them.  So, the deal was whenever there would be a thud sound, all kid...