The law you speak of is for formal employment, but my freelance life lies outside such fences. My workday stretches because the sun has set for my client but risen for me, and the 'night message' is my morning's first task. What happened is that my *ghara* became my office, and the world's clocks all claim a piece of it. I traded a fixed whistle for the chime of a foreign notification, and my old bicycle now rests while my mind pedals through time zones.
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