It was one of those cold winter evenings when my uncle was escorted in by a band of gun-toting men clad in olive green. He had recently come down to the town and happened to have attracted the attention of the patrolling Assam Rifles. His fault? The long hair, and thus suspected to be a Naga underground cadre. Perhaps, wearing the teisa shawl had added to the suspicion of potentially carrying arms underneath! Peeping through a hole on the bamboo wall, I saw the glittering stars on the captain’s shoulders who had demanded to see proof of my uncle’s education. The moment my uncle told his sister —in our own language—where the certificates were, the young officer jammed the barrel of his pistol inside my uncle’s mouth, abruptly cutting off his words. That fearful encounter traumatised my young mind for many years to come. The impunity at which the Indian armed forces operate in many parts of India’s Northeast is not just a one-time incident. It continues to be a nightmare for the common folks.