Why "Zizzu"?
Nine cousins. One family trip. Dharamshala — the Triund trek.
Four girls, five boys, and our Jiju — who quietly took responsibility for everyone. Held hands on the steep parts. Waited for the slowest. Made everyone feel safe.
Our Himachali guide couldn't say "Jiju". He kept calling him "Zizzu". Every few minutes — "Ask Zizzu." "Wait for Zizzu." "Come with Zizzu."
Somewhere on that mountain, the word stopped being a name. Whenever the guide said "Zizzu", everyone felt safe. Comfortable. Protected. One word became an emotion.
Then a thought: what if everyone could become someone's Zizzu? Helping doesn't require money — sometimes it only needs one helping hand.
I am Zizzu.
You can become Zizzu too.