Denzil's Stories

  Laughter and Liveliness: Denzil Jayasinghe 4 min read A strange event occurred near the showers in the madcap world of Rashidiyah quarters, where pandemonium and laughter are inseparable companions. Picture this: I curiously peeked out of my room, only to find my mischievous friends embarking on a daring naked parade to the showers! Oh, the gasps of innocence echoed through the halls as some unsuspecting souls witnessed their first glimpse of naked men and promptly called upon the heavens for guidance. Others, in a fit of panic, sprinted to their rooms, their Salwar Kameez attire flapping in the wind like distressed flags. But my friends, oh, they were unstoppable. With roars of laughter that could rival thunder, they boldly showered in their birthday suits, revelling in the chaos they had sown. It was a sight to behold, a spectacle of pure amusement, and they took immense joy in rattling the nerves of the poor, shivering onlookers. Later, aboard the magnificent Mitsubishi Rosa bus,

  Echoes of Silence A Tale of Brutality and Lost Humanity Denzil Jayasinghe 3 min read I shook and trembled, my body consumed by fear and disbelief. I had no idea what had to be done. I stood there, utterly clueless about what to do, my voice stifled as if the air around me had become silent. No words came out of my mouth, or maybe I could not hear my voice. In my school days, I had witnessed the dissection of frogs in biology class, but this scene before me was beyond anything I could fathom. They were dissecting a young lad. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A slim young man, not so different from me, was stripped of his humanity right before me. He stood stark naked. How could my village, my home, harbour such brutality? The question lingered in the air, heavy with accusation. Was it merely because he was a Tamil boy? Was that the sole reason for this unspeakable horror? Amidst the chaos, the men and boys surrounding him roared like savages, their voices melding into a cacophony of aggres

  A Big Plane and a Big Adventure My First International Flight Denzil Jayasinghe 3 min read I was about to embark on my first international flight, a hop of three and a half hours from Colombo to Dubai. I had only flown on Air Ceylon’s domestic planes before, which were small and old. This was a whole new experience for me. I wore my best suit, a dark navy Crimplene that matched my platform shoes. It was my most expensive outfit, and I only wore it for special occasions. I checked in my luggage, a blue Ford suitcase, and went through immigration without hassle. The security officer asked me if I was going to study abroad. I smiled and said no. It was 10 p.m. when I boarded the bus to the tarmac. There, I saw the plane that would take me across the sea. It was a Boeing 747, a huge beast that towered over everything else. It was longer than the terminal building and had two decks of seats. It was the most impressive thing I had ever seen. It was tall, at least 6 floors high from the gro