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For the first twenty-two years of my life, when I grew up in India, I don’t recall having seen a strawberry let alone having tasted a fresh one. But, precisely at this time of the year, and almost every year, when Wimbledon was on TV, I thought about strawberries, visualized them, and wondered how they tasted.

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