On day 4, when the roads finally cleared, Kumar Anna said he could now drop me home. He even arranged for a phone (working on solar power) for me to inform my parents that I was safe.

Before I reached home, I made a stop at the radio station. Everything except the walls and roof had washed off. The house next to the station was completely washed off. The family said that they took refuge inside the radio station the night the cyclone hit. They couldn't save any of their valuables.

On my way home all I saw was devastation. It was not my village anymore. People were stranded, waiting on roads, for food, for money, for anyone who was an outsider and could help in anyway.