It was 6:30 AM in the morning, The tired body is forced to open my eyes, With sleepy eyes freshened with cold water, Cleansed surfacely, rinsed coldly, There, a driver was patiently waiting for my arrival, Greeting with a broad smile on his face, of course, sleepy face, Riding down to the site, Crossed the bailey bridge with security doing their job, Further down crossing the gate, Where the security looks at me, checks who else inside, Sometimes, my thought wanders, "they should know me by now," But then they are mandated to do so, I gave my smile, and they let us through, Passing the Dam makes me visit it once, There, I reach the mess where people are dining, I was greeted and offered a seat for breakfast, All are called for a gathering, Which they termed as TBT (Tool Box Talks), Groups were formed for doing a particular job, Briefing on today's program and safety issues were discussed, Vans, Tractors, and Thukrals are means for transportation, Here, we all are inside t...