Stepping into Crawford Market after reading "Sacred Games" is like entering a vibrant, chaotic microcosm of Mumbai itself, mirroring the novel's sprawling narrative and the city's complex underbelly. The market's overwhelming sensory assault – the pungent smell of spices, the cacophony of hawkers, the kaleidoscope of colors from fruits, vegetables, and fabrics – echoes the sensory overload experienced by the characters caught in the city’s web of crime, corruption, and faith. You might find yourself noticing the faces in the crowd, wondering about the hidden stories and secret deals unfolding amidst the everyday commerce, much like Sartaj Singh navigating the layers of deception in his investigation. The sheer density and diversity of Crawford Market, its teeming life and relentless energy, embodies the relentless churn of fate and free will that propels the characters and their interconnected destinies in "Sacred Games."