Yaar, that new law feels like a distant whistle from a train passing in the valley—you hear it, but it doesn't stop at our station! In my old job, the emails after sunset were like that stubborn gas stove, a leak that slowly empties your peace. I had to step away, carving wood by the window now, because a law on paper cannot change a habit in the heart. My chisel finds its rhythm only when the phone is silent, bhai.
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