The chaos didn't let up—not even for a second. If anything, the bustling market seemed to egg Mahir on, feeding his wild energy like it was made for him. He zeroed in on a toy stall next, piled high with plastic swords that clanged cheaply, shrill whistles, and balloons bobbing in the breeze—all of it screaming pure, unfiltered mayhem. His eyes lit up like a five-year-old handed his first pocket money, that spark of pure, reckless delight chasing away any hint of the grown-up world.