Stepping into Mumbai Central Station after reading The White Tiger is to enter the chaotic heart of Balram's India, a place where ambition and desperation collide. The station’s relentless crowds, a constant surge of humanity pushing and pulling, mirror the overwhelming social forces that trap so many like Balram in a cycle of servitude. The air itself, thick with the smells of chai, sweat, and diesel, evokes the raw, unfiltered reality of the "Darkness" that Balram so desperately tries to escape. Knowing Balram's story, you might find yourself acutely aware of the faces around you, wondering which ones harbor similar dreams of upward mobility and which are resigned to their fate, forever bound to the station's relentless rhythm. The grand architecture, a relic of the British Raj, stands in stark contrast to the poverty and struggle unfolding within its walls, embodying the inequality that fuels Balram's resentment and shapes his destiny.