COMMENT | Growing up, my brother Pannir Selvam Pranthaman’s childhood was filled with hobbies such as football, running, video games, music and fashion. We frequently attended church camps and youth activities, creating lasting bonds and memories.

I remember Deepavali nights were spent in my aunt’s amazing village, surrounded by fruit trees and rivers, waking up to the sweet sounds of birdsong. The night before, we would play cards, sip hot teh tarik, and breakfast would always be on the table, ready for us, the next day. It would often be tosai and chicken curry.

Memories of growing up together include cherished family holidays. During Hari Raya, our father would take us to visit relatives in Cameron Highlands, where he grew up. We celebrated Raya with our Malay relatives, creating special moments together.

Looking back, these memories of church gatherings, cool breezes, and the joy of childhood feel like a dream we long to relive - a time of happiness that remains close to our hearts.

Troubles ahead

But as Pannir grew up, things didn’t unfold as expected...