Once upon a time, long, long ago, somewhere in a town called Akhnur lived a potter named Tulla. His pots were known far and wide, not only for their fine mix of clay and water, but also because of the flowers on the pots that his daughter Sohani drew. Centuries have passed since Tulla made the pots and Sohani drew flowers on them. But here, in this region, their legend lives on. Music Mirza Sahiba, Sohani Mahiwal, Heer Ranjha, Sasi Puneau All legendary lovers coincidentally lived and loved on the banks of the Chinab. Because there is only love in the water of this Chinab that draws us to each other. But it was also in these very waters that Sohani Mahiwal's ill-fated romance met its dark-crossed end. On the ninth day of the ninth month, as the last rays of the sun drowned in the waters of the Chinab, so did Sohani, with her half-baked pot on her way to keep her trist with Mahiwal. And side by side they were found the next day, together in death, if not in life. Who was this Sohani? What is it about her that centuries after her fiery love for Mahiwal consumed them both? She continues to inspire poets, artists, writers and also ordinary folk. Balakram is a billboard painter in Akhnoor. But whenever he has a moment to spare, he sketches his muse, Sohani. Perhaps it's her earthiness, for she is no mythical nymph, but a creature of her soil. The same soil where Sufism took roots and blossomed and mortal love became akin to worship of God. Here on the border between India and Pakistan in village Hameerpur. But apparently, just across the river on the other side in Pakistan, there is a tree with a picture of Sohani etched on it. The Ratlif line may have managed to divide their lands and their rivers, but could not divide their legends. Sohani lives as does Mahiwal on both sides of the Ratlif line, in their songs, in their poems and in their metaphors.