In Search of the Lambs: And Other Stories
By Divyank J.
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Characters searching for love, hope, and peace. Ten stories of searing beauty and deep emotion.
A fresh-faced soldier clears a village near the Indian-Pakistani border. But when an old Imam's sheep ignore the human-drawn boundaries, will he learn to see the world as the lambs do?
A husband takes his wife to the train station to visit her sister. Their dog's separation anxiety could be the defining moment of their marriage.
When nine-year-old Divya accompanies her father to pour her mother's ashes into the sacred river at the foot of the Himalayas, she expects to play in the waters. But when she sees what the ritual has wrought, she wonders if they should have come at all.
In these and seven other compelling tales, Divyank J. weaves a literary spell of ordinary people facing extraordinary revelations. Set in his native India and exploring themes of isolation and loneliness, he offers a profound reflection into the human condition and poses questions about our assumptions. Will a suicidal boxer find a reason to live? Can a migrant father get his son to safety during the COVID-19 crisis?
In Search of the Lambs is a mesmerizing anthology of ten literary short stories. If you like fiction with thought-provoking insights, uncomfortable truths, and characters facing critical decisions, then you'll love Divyank J.'s captivating collection.
Buy In Search of the Lambs to delve into humanity today!
(This book is approximately 29,000 words, 110 pages long.)
The stories in this collection, In Search of the Lambs, give the Western reader a glimpse into an Eastern world not often seen. Since we are all together on one globe, we need to know each other more, our perspectives and hopes and dreams. These stories are the hopes and dreams of others. Reading them will be enlightening. The world is bigger, and yet more similar, then we often realize. These stories will take you there. Be prepared to be amazed.
--- Duane L. Herrmann, internationally published, award-winning historian and poet; author of eight volumes of poetry, a sci-fi novel, and other work published in print and online in several languages.
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In Search of the Lambs - Divyank J.
In Search of the Lambs
and Other Stories
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by
Divyank J.
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Lighted Lake Press
In Search of the Lambs: and Other Stories
Copyright (c) 2023 by Divyank Jain
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without prior written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, businesses, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Lighted Lake Press
Topeka, Kansas
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For Jenny
Table of Contents
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A Long March Home
The Pigeons
Out of the Ring
A City on Fire
Separation Anxiety
Midnight Murder
Back to Darkness
Dead River
The Curtain and the Clouds
In Search of the Lambs
Acknowledgments
About the Author
A Long March Home
The beam of a flashlight waved in the darkness and stopped as soon as it reached their faces. Omar and his nine-year-old son, Jamal, were confronted by a man in khaki. He had seen them coming from behind the barricades that blocked the road. Omar, gripping Jamal’s hand, slowly came closer. The short policeman looked into Omar’s deep, sunken eyes, inspected their travel-exhausted faces.
Where are you coming from?
the policeman asked.
Delhi,
Omar hesitated for a moment before he answered. Without being asked, he began to scrabble about in his pockets for any piece of paper that would prove his identity.
Where are you going?
He continued flashing light into their eyes.
Omar, in the agitation of not finding anything valuable in his pockets except a few rupee notes, looked around nervously. He stepped back.
Where are you going?
the policeman demanded again, louder this time.
Badeu!
Omar replied. He felt a little courage gathering inside his chest. It’s far from here, sahib, and we need to keep on walking.
No, you cannot,
said another man in a dry voice. He was sitting in a chair by the ambulance that stood parallel to the barricades with its side lights pulsing.
The yellow light coming from behind the man sitting sharpened the edges of his uniform. He had an upturned mustache, a sturdy physique, and the self-assured way he was seated—one leg carelessly placed on the knee of the other—distinguished him as some sort of senior to the short one. Omar dared not respond to him; instead, he looked down at his boy, who regarded him with a dubious expression.
After eyeing them from head to toe, the seated policeman knocked behind him on the ambulance door. Moments later a fat doctor stepped out of the ambulance, putting on his gloves.
Cover up your damn mouths!
the senior policeman commanded Omar and his son.
The doctor, in a white PPE suit that covered his entire body except for his eyes, came over and put a weird pistol-like white machine against Omar’s forehead and then Jamal’s. The doctor’s old, tiny eyes above the blueish N-95 mask examined Jamal suspiciously. Then he grabbed his skinny wrist in his gloved hand before he touched his forehead for inspection.
He’s got a fever,
the doctor informed the policemen.
Do you have a cough or a cold?
the doctor asked.
No!
Omar answered.
And any trouble in breathing, child?
the doctor asked directly to the boy, not his father.
No, not at all,
Omar answered instead, pressing his boy against his left thigh. He’s all right!
However, Omar knew that the last weekend hadn’t been very good for Jamal, as he had had a mild fever. And, before they set out for their town, he also had vomited a few times. But after they had begun their journey, he had not been sick even once. All along the way, he proved himself really to be a strong boy. Jamal walked slower than Omar had wanted, but he assured himself they were not in that much of a hurry.
Jamal didn’t even talk about his mother. Every other time when Jamal had been afflicted with fever or something, he became gawky and blurted nonstop about his mother. But not this time. He walked beside Omar as they crossed cities and towns under the burning April sun. Jamal was healthy and strong like Omar used to be in his childhood. Always Omar saw his own personality in his child’s behavior and was certain about Jamal’s present condition.
He is NOT sick. At least he doesn’t look sick standing here by me, letting the doctor inspect him with this confidence.
Both of you must spend the night here,
the first policeman told them.
I can’t...sahib,
Omar protested politely, but then peering down into the eyes of the senior one, he realized he shouldn’t have. A drop of cold sweat rolled down from his forehead and dripped onto his collarbone. He said, Please sahib, let us go.
The men in khaki didn’t answer.
I beg you, sahib. We still have far to go,
Omar urged, holding both his hands together.
The father and the son had already covered half the distance to their goal. How could they halt their journey in the middle? The chaos of the present day gave visions of an ultimate fate of a doomed humankind. Omar had been conditioned for such a long, long journey on foot and was sure that his son, being young, was just as fit.
JUST KEEP ON WALKING! If you stay in one place for a time more than necessary, you are finished right there. How in the world could we waste the whole night in a shelter?
Listen, in the morning we’ll arrange a bus for the people like you who stayed here in the shelter.
The short policeman leaning over the barricades pointed at a big yellow bulb behind him, illuminating a portion of a footpath and the leaves of a ficus tree on the left. There was a huge tent behind. Omar moved his gaze back to the policeman’s face that now expressed a little concern for their condition, especially for his boy. "And still, if you don’t care about your sick son, the policeman said, taunting,
you can go. Yes, go!" He opened the barricades slightly, making a pretense of letting them go through.
Are they all idiots?
The other policeman stood up from the chair, masked his face, came forward, and rebuked Omar, The two hundred people who are waiting for the buses, are they all idiots? Do you even know what this disease is? You want to spread it and kill all of us, you dumb, nasty people?
His reddened eyes were disturbingly upset. Both men in khaki exchanged glances and the first one looked down.
But sahib...
Omar tried to speak.
Move to the shelter now, you scum!
The command of the senior policeman loudly ripped apart the thin night wind. He jerked the barricade shut before him. Thoroughly dejected now, Omar turned to the left and glared down at the barricade that stood between him and his hometown.
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Nearly every inch of the shelter was already occupied, yet the whole night long people kept coming in with their crying children. They filled the entire tent with the scent of sweat and vomit as most of them were violently sick. For Omar, it was not strange that almost all the children were crying out of hunger, sudden stomach cramps, and seasonal ailments. Yet, his son remained silent throughout the night. Jamal was brave and strong and had proved himself on the journey by walking along with his tall, lean father. Omar knew they would eventually get through. This delay was only a matter of a night.
They found a spot to one side where people didn’t seem so sick. Omar hoped this would be safe for Jamal. They spent the night in the shelter, not in the hope of an easy morning or for the bus that could reduce the unbearable distance, but because Omar knew more rest would be good for his son.
If he is getting sick again...if the doctor was right...if...no! No, he isn’t. My boy is all right. Omar kept muttering to himself as he lay beside Jamal in the tent, put his hand on his own chest, and felt. He looked out beyond a loose triangle of the tent that flapped with the wind; the scattered clouds above were silently sailing exposing something that didn’t change. He saw the stars and studied their usual patterns, at least for a