New Delhi, Oct. 13 -- In the hushed darkness, just before a projector whirrs to life, you can almost hear - whispers of a million shared memories. It's the rustle of samosas being passed down a row in crinkled newspaper, the clink of chilled glass bottles of Limca or Goldspot shared between siblings, and the collective cheers and whistles in the hall as a hero makes his entrance For generations of Delhiites who came of age before the turn of the millennium, this was a sacred weekend ritual - the single-screen cinema experience. These were not just buildings of brick and mortar; they were the epicentres of family life, where the dreams of millions were projected in 70mm glory. This is where generations marked time with Sunday matinees, first...