And beyond the laughter, Khatrimaza Punjabi Movies bear witness to change. They capture tractors giving way to trucks, land sold to factories, daughters who return from cities with sharper accents and softer hands. Sometimes the films get it wrong—simplify, sentimentalize—but often they surprise, chewing on the complicated seams of community with a mouthful of peanuts and honesty. They archive lives that official histories skip: a widow’s stubbornness, a queer youth’s furtive glances at a festival, a migrant worker’s suitcase always halfway packed.