Jaffna, Sri Lanka
Born in a small village where the air carried the smell of cigar leaves from his father's business.
July 4, 1924 - June 23, 2026
Beloved Appa, Anna, Appappa, Thatha, Mama, and Uncle.
Memorial tributes may be made as charitable donations to Richmond Hill Hindu Temple or Mackenzie Health Foundation.
Born in a small village where the air carried the smell of cigar leaves from his father's business.
He helped with the leaves, loved the rides, and learned the value of steady work early.
He married, raised a big loving family, and built a life around dignity, discipline, meals together, and delight.
At the bank, he helped people grow their businesses and became the kind of person everyone trusted.
When Sri Lanka became unsafe, he joined his children in London and filled the years with weddings, visits, and friendship.
He brought his banking mind and generous spirit to the temple, helping the community thrive.
Seven children, seventeen grandchildren, nineteen great-grandchildren, and a legacy built by kindness.
"He always made people feel good about themselves and their work."

The story begins in Jaffna, with cigar leaves, bullock carts, and a boy who grew into the person everyone asked for advice.
Its best chapters are the values he carried everywhere: kindness, hard work, faith, community, and the little surprises that made family life sparkle.
