Aditya wasn't a thief. At least, he didn't feel like one. He was just a boy who lived for the magic of cinema. He remembered the first time his grandfather had taken him to the single-screen Laxmi Cinema to watch Sairat . The collective gasp of the audience, the sticky sweetness of the chana, the thunderous applause—it was a religious experience. But Laxmi Cinema had been demolished three years ago to make way for a high-end mall, and the ticket prices there were more than his father earned in a day.