In this Thursday, Jan. 6, 2011 photo, a young woman stumbles as she tries to carry a large basket of coal as they illegally scavenge at an open-cast mine in the village of Bokapahari in the eastern Indian state of Jharkhand where a community of coal scavengers live and work. The contrast between India old and new is nowhere more vivid than among the villages of coal scavengers in eastern India, sitting on an apocalyptic landscape of smoke and fire from decades-old underground coal fires. While India grows ever more middle-class and awash in creature comforts, these villagers risk their lives scavenging coal illegally for a few dollars a day, and come back to homes that at any moment could be swallowed by a fresh fire-induced crack in the earth. (AP Photo/Kevin Frayer) PART OF A SERIES OF 22 PICTURES BY KEVIN FRAYER
And
in that moment,
I felt alive as if I always was,
like not ‘what I should be ‘
but
‘what I want to be ‘is what grows.
That goodbye
that waving hand ,
like a dune of sand .
made me understand that moment,
as I realised
how beautiful did those days went.
Only if it could have been longer
And infinite ,
I wouldn’t have to be stronger
and definite .
Yes, in that moment ,I was so lost,
It was so good
When I sleep ,there visits my ghost..
