Ratnakar felt devastated. Water was flowing unstoppably from his eyes as he stared at the remaining of his farmhouse. Nothing, almost nothing was there anymore. All the trees uprooted, the farmhouse reduced to pieces of concretes and bricks with 3 big trees fallen over it. The car parked inside the boundary wall was now a piece of metal with the wall falling over it with full force.
He looked around and saw none of the houses around had faced this kind of damage. In fact it was the presence of his huge farmhouse and the enormous trees within its boundary wall that had prevented any kind of Severe damage to any of the houses in the immediate surroundings.
The super cyclone turned him into a pauper in a matter of few hours.
One by one the neighbors kept coming to him, some to show sympathy and some to console him. He heard 2 neighbors speaking among themselves.
“I feel bad for Ratnakar. He had just started to overcome one grief and now this happened. We have seen how he went into depression learning that His wife, whom he loved so much, fled away with someone 3 months back.” One said.
“Yes, This will break him completely.” Said the other.
“Gross Understatement”, Ratnakar thought in his mind. But he only knew the intensity of his losses and how much now he was getting broken inside. He wiped off his tears and started preparing himself mentally.
It will be only a matter of time now that while clearing these off , the police and the municipality people will find the remaining days of the decomposed body of his wife from inside.
The super cyclone has caused more destruction to him than to anyone else. All his years of the plan now stands ruined.