The ties that bind
The ties that bind Denzil Jayasinghe 4 min read · Just now A story about growing up in a Sri Lankan village where love, duty, and gender quietly decide who you are allowed to become. In it, I look back at my childhood with my sister and younger brother, and at how the same family — same house, same parents, same dinner table — could produce such different lives simply because one of us was the “good girl” and one the “wayward boy.” This piece is my attempt to untangle those early scripts: the protection wrapped around daughters, the careless freedom handed to sons, and the silent bargains parents made with culture, religion, and reputation. G rowing up in our small Sri Lankan village, my sister and I always felt as if we’d been written into two very different stories that just happened to share the same cover. The title said “family,” but inside, the chapters rarely matched. We shared a house, parents, and the same heavy air scented with curry leaves and woodsmoke, yet our plots ran o...