In Falkirk's embrace, young Sarola dwells,
A maiden with dreams, in Scottish moors she tells.
A mysterious invite, like whispers in the breeze,
To an Indian hillfort, her heart's curiosity appease.
Tickets arrive, on wings of anticipation,
A flight to enchantment, a mystical destination.
Horse and carriage, through time and space,
To the hillfort town, an ancient embrace.
Duet, a stranger with eyes of intrigue,
Their hearts entwined, in the moonlit league.
Romance blossoms in the hillfort's lore,
A dance of spirits, love to explore.
But as dawn breaks, reality unfurls,
The town in whispers, a ghostly swirl.
Sarola departs, her heart left behind,
To Falkirk she returns, in solitude confined.
The hillfort, a specter of bygone years,
Ghosts dancing, shedding silent tears.
A century's echo, a love preserved,
Sarola's heart, forever unnerved.
In Falkirk's quiet, she unravels the tale,
The hillfort's secret, a ghostly veil.
A love transcending time, a bittersweet song,
Sarola's memories, where the spirits belong.
And love in an Indian hillfort.
