Then the unease arrives. It slips in during pauses, in side comments, in a shrug that lasts too long. A research scholar from Kohima, who did not want to be named, described it as a kind of exhaustion: “Why do we only enter the story when there is a gun on the table?” Others worry about what happens, when classmates or colleagues who have never set foot in the region treat these shows as a shortcut to understanding. If your first visual education about Nagaland is a beheading, a bomb blast, and a secret meeting between rebels and foreign handlers, it is hard to imagine you later picturing it as a place of libraries, football tournaments, weddings, and old-age homes. Soboienla now finds herself adding footnotes in conversation, “It’s not all like Paatal Lok, okay?” just to push back against the sense that a thriller has become a reference manual.