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But this was no lullaby. It was the Hla Phur – the Burden Song – a melody that had not been heard for three generations. The notes were low and guttural, like stones grinding together deep in the earth. As she sang, the ground trembled. Cracks appeared in the cliff face, and from those cracks oozed a thick, rust-coloured liquid the elders would later call Iron Blood – a rich spring of iron-laced water.

That person was Zohlupuii.

The people rushed to drink. The iron-rich water killed the plague bacteria. The surrounding soil, fed by that strange seepage, grew hardy yams and bitter tapioca. Sailung had given its gift. Zohlupuii Sailung

Slow. Ancient. And terribly sad. Today, young Mizo travelers dare each other to hike the Zohlupuii Trail – a dangerous path that hugs the cliffs of Sailung. They tie bright synthetic hair extensions to the pines as jokes. But the old ones still tie real strands cut from their own heads. And every few years, a geologist comes to study the strange iron-rich spring on the peak, which never freezes, never dries, and tastes faintly of salt – like tears. But this was no lullaby

“What do you hear, strange one?” the village boys would mock. As she sang, the ground trembled

By sixteen, Zohlupuii had become a striking, solitary woman. Her beauty was not the soft kind men sang about over zu (rice beer). It was sharp, like the edge of a dah (dao knife) – all high cheekbones, eyes the colour of forest shadows, and that impossible silver-white hair braided down to her waist. She refused three marriage proposals from the lal ’s son, saying, “I am already betrothed. To Sailung.” That winter, a terrible thlan (famine) struck the land. The rivers shrank to trickles; the bamboo forests flowered and died, bringing plague in their wake. The village priest sacrificed a bawng (bull) and a black hen, but the spirits remained silent. One night, the elder Thangpuia had a vision: “Only the one who hears the mountain’s heartbeat can save us. She must sing the forgotten song – the Hla Phur – from the highest peak at dawn.”

They call her now Zohlupuii Sailung – for she and the mountain are one.