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  • They were nicknamed Dingoes.

    May be because, like the dogs, they were unwanted. May be because eventually most of them immigrated to Australia.

    They were neither from here, nor there, but they were in most Indian cantonment towns. They were the Anglo-Indians. Mostly illegitimate products of the British Raj numbering less than half a million at the time. A tiny, discolored minority in a vast sea of dark brown people.

    Keith is an Anglo-Indian. He was my best friend from kindergarten through high school and now lives in Melbourne, Australia.

    We played together during class, during recess, after school, and over the summer break. We played whatever there was to play with – cricket, table tennis, basketball, volleyball, kites, tops, marbles. And when there wasn't anything to play with, we wrestled.

    Were it not for him I may not have known how Christmas was celebrated. Or Easter, or Palm Sunday.

    We shared Pop music tapes, went to Western movies and ate at Continental and Chinese restaurants.

    From him I learned how to eat rice and curry with a fork and spoon. Though I still prefer to eat with my fingers.
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