People often claim that their love could move mountains, but for one Indian man in the late 1950s, he meant that literally.

In 1959, Dashroth Manji's beloved wife Falguni Devi suffered a fall. She'd been attempting to cross a dangerous

cliff side when she slipped, leaving her grievously injured, and she might have

survived if that same mountain weren't blocking the only route to the nearest hospital.

Tragically, she passed away, leaving Dasrath Manji alone.

Now, it's safe to say that some people might have given into sorrow after that.

But not Manji.

No, he refused to let what happened to his wife happen to anyone else ever again.

And so, armed with only a hammer and a chisel, he began to dig.

Over the next 22 years, Manji single-handedly carved a 360 foot long, 30 foot wide, 25 foot

deep path right through the mountain.

By the time he was done, he had shortened what had once spent a 35-mile journey between his

town and that of the hospital to less than 10.

For his service, he was given the affectionate moniker, The Mountain Man, and in 2016,

India's Postal Service even put his face on a stamp.

If anything, Manji is proof that love defies boundaries. It can

transcend borders and backgrounds, class and faith, and yes, even cut through

solid stone. There are countless stories of people loving each other from opposite sides of a war or across

wide hungry oceans. And sometimes love can even crack through the greatest boundary of all, the one between life and death.

I'm Aaron Mankey, and this is LORE. is lore. Until Death do us part. It's a well-worn saying, evoking is strewn with rose petals in brides in long white veils.

The phrase has sort of been the wedding vow ever since the Book of Common Prayer was printed

in 1549, and it's a powerful sentiment to dedicate your life to another person so fully that only

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