Now, they all are lying at roadside for midday nap. This afternoon is not so pleasant. But there life hasn’t remained so soft to have acute sense of pleasure or pain. Remaining stones which they have to smash to earn daily wage are lying beside them. Vehicles are running with high speed on newly made road. It seems they have just finished their lunch in the shade of one compound wall. Washed utensils which they had used for lunch are near their heads. They are trying to have some rest. What I see are their dark, thin bodies lying at the side of harsh concrete road. But they haven’t slept yet. Middle ages women among them are conversing. Their low volume suggests it is something personal, yet has to be revealed to friend. A14-15 year girl is sleeping between these two. Her eyes are heavy with sleep, but still she is trying to catch the thread of conversation from those adult women. Trapped between transitions of her age, she can’t leave puerile desire of sleep, and she can’t give