Taking the last step into the stairway of joy, his vision was clouded by bright lights that took him quite some time to adjust his sight to. Soon, his sight was greeted by the dusk of a village.
The happy voices of people and the giggles of playful children filled the air. The scenery was colourful and exuded the vibrant look of festivity.
Drums and other musical instruments honoured the festive moment and in turn, men and women swayed their bodies to the melodious tunes.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by the repeated jingling of trinkets.
"Happy Dallak!" A young girl, who appeared to be 15 years of age smiled as she skillfully moved her feet adorned with trinkets to the music.
"What is Dallak?" Max was genuinely interested.
The girl suddenly stopped dancing and the smile on her lips twisted.
