A boring cinema ends in the time of my life!
I had met him at Sterling cinema on Sunday last. I had gone to watch Sherlock Holmes morning show. The cinema hall was not crowded, and I thought probably Sunday morning is not the time most people in their right senses would trudge towards a local theatre to watch a movie. Though I was a ardent reader of Arthur Conan Doyle fiction novels and short stories I found the latest movie a tragic representation of the world’s best detective ever. But I sat through the first half of the emotional interludes exposed by the actors with absolute disdain. I was even feeling a little depressed by the time it was recess. During the break I went to the loo first and then sat at the foyer near the stall that was selling popcorn. Caramel popcorn …