Sudden dimming of lights.
And then, darkness.
The initial catcalls, and the amma's.
Then, the shush-es. The din of shush-es.
And then, the silence.
In hesitant spurts.
On a white screen; with a traversing black line.
Exposing the diaphanous wings of the triwinged contraptions.
Islands of light.
Lighting up eerie faces.
White. Blue. Yellow. faint.
Showing curls, and bitten lips, and furrowed foreheads.
And chunky jewellery.
The high pitched crackle; like mustard in hot oil.
Arthritic, oil-denied furniture.
The creaks, the squeaks. Oh, the creaks and the squeaks.
And a lizard calling for a mate; or looking to join the party.
The rancid odour. Typical.
The stubbed cigarette butts.
The smell of grime, of the wanting to relax.
Loud, introductory sound.
an adventure in,
suspension of disbelief.
how i love the cinemas.