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He thought of his Amma, back in Trichy, who still stood in line at a cinema hall for the 'first day, first show.' She believed in the magic of the big screen—the smell of samosas, the whistle of the crowd when the hero smashed a goon through a glass table. Saravanan hadn't told her what he did. She would say he was stealing arvam —the passion. Behind them, in the doorway, stood a man