Inside, Tara discovered a free music workshop. A kind teacher named Mrs. Ravi handed her a tambourine. "Rhythm is language without words," she said. Tara clapped, stomped, and even tried the djembe drum. Later, at the town square, buskers played guitars and magic shows enchanted passersby. Tara realized that joy didn’t live in expensive toys but in the rhythm of a city alive with art.