Denzil's Stories

  Between Two Worlds: A Journey of Innocence and Intrigue Denzil Jayasinghe · The protagonist’s experiences of navigating between the contrasting worlds of familial love and societal chaos. It also hints at the internal conflict and growth that the protagonist undergoes as a result of these experiences. F rom when I was a lad of ten or eleven, attending an all-boys Catholic school and residing in a village, I was immersed in a world of contrasting experiences. The village was a sensory delight, with its myriad smells that stirred pleasant shivers within me. It was a tapestry of dark and bright alleys, houses and churches, temples, bridges and human faces, rickety buses, open spaces, and cosy rooms filled with warmth and comfort. It was a place of intriguing stories, tinged with a deep fear of ghosts and the supernatural. The scent of warm cats and houseboys, doctor visits, and garden fruits wafted through the air. Here, two worlds coexisted, each with its unique rhythm of day and night

Denzil Jayasinghe · T he seventies, Sri Lanka. The air stuck to you, thick with the smell of cloves and the rumble of monsoons brewing on the horizon. Skinny kid, all knees and elbows, stood there with feet like leather from the beach. The sunbaked and warm brick wall felt alien against his blue jeans. Kandy Road churned a muddy grey out front, mirroring the churn in his stomach. It's not like he was an orphan or anything. He had a mother, strong as steel in the whole village, a father with a heart as big as the sky, a sister who was almost his twin, and a kid brother, a whole eight years younger. He had his family, a pack of friends closer than brothers. But chances, those were like the fat mangoes they hoarded every summer – rare on the island. Brian, his mate with skin like salt and a smile that could light up a night, had landed a shot in Dubai. This Dubai shimmered in grown-up talk like a mirage – a city of sand and buildings that scraped the clouds, they said. A place where f

High Notes and High Pants: The Bee Gees Take Over the World Denzil Jayasinghe · T he 1970s were the Bee Gees’ disco heyday when they ruled the radio like kings with voices that could melt hearts. They didn’t care about fads, churning out albums faster than you can say “eucalyptus.” These brothers, born in England, raised in Australia, and living the American dream, became hit machines with catchy tunes that took over the world. Their late ’60s hit “To Love Somebody” was great, but the Bee Gees who stole the show were the disco kings in the 70s. Their music for “Saturday Night Fever,” starring John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John tearing up the dance floor, became a global smash. It was disco domination, a soundtrack that ruled everywhere. From corner stores in Dubai to happening discos worldwide, every hotel lobby with a young crowd blasted “Staying Alive,” “How Deep is Your Love,” “Night Fever,” and all their hits. These weren’t just songs; everyone sang along — they knew every word!

Echoes of faith, melodies across continents Denzil Jayasinghe · 1 In the soft embrace of dawn, I step onto the well-trodden path that winds around my apartment block in Penang. The sun, still veiled beneath the horizon, casts a tender promise across the land. From the nearby mosque, a melodious call to prayer ascends – a sweet yet unwavering refrain: “Allahu Akbar.” I stand there, a fleeting silhouette against the vast canvas of existence. The prayer reverberates within me, its rhythm akin to a delicate thread weaving earth and sky. In this moment, I shed all pretense, baring my soul before the cosmic expanse. The weight of my humanity settles upon my shoulders – a burden, yet also a privilege. “Allahu Akbar” – a declaration that transcends language, culture, and time. It echoes through the corridors of memory, etched into the marrow of my being. Back in my youth, in Dubai’s early mornings, it accompanied my awakening, a steadfast companion in a foreign land. Now, here in Penang, it we