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The PVR in Lower Parel is now my weekly haunt. As I walk past the shiny floors of the Palladium malls, the cleaning staff is just beginning their mop. The shop girls at Burberry and Etro haven't yet arrived. But the cupcakes at Le15 have just come in. I pick one from the famous red velvet tray.
The smell of Costa coffee fills the air as I make my way to the multiplex. There's no queue at the box office, a lonely vendor punches my seat number. Anywhere I want to sit, it's only Rs 100.
A few women are in line for their bucket of guilt-free caramelised popcorn. From askance, we check each other out. Last year's Fendi purse, Tod's ballet flats from two years ago. Naiice: it's only posture when women throw on new buys at the break of day. And this Zara shirt with cats printed on it was on sale last week, so she's a regular. We half-smile. A proper smile would be trying too hard, or heck, inviting her to sit with me.