Mahatma Gandhi once gave a speech under this very roof.
I try to imagine the reverberating hall with patriotic-chants and the voice of a frail, bespectacled man in a white dhoti. Not easy here – with faded gold walls and slatted ceiling with huge fans that provide a background of clickety – clicks to the dialogues.
This used to be a grand place
once. I have watched many movies here. It had many amenities including cry-rooms. A cry room was a soundproofed elevated room at the back of the theater with a large glass window in front so Mama could still watch the movie (and hear it over a public address system) while trying to calm down a fussy baby. I remember my elder sister and her friends using it for whimpering during tragic scenes of those old movies.
All I hear now is the sounds associated with consumption of chips. I believe there is a reason for noisy cracklng-pack — it makes you think the chips are crunchier.
Thank you Priceless Joy