Julia Morgan quotes, “My buildings will be my legacy…They will speak for me long after I am gone”. Rawat Fort, situated in Potohar Pakistan, speaks a tale of itself as well. It speaks of how it saw the splendor of Gakhars, a warrior clan raised by the local tribes to defend the land. It speaks of the grandeur and royalty that lived and breathed within its walls. But it also tells a tale of how it saw that very clan fall to its end, of how it’s land was used as a battleground. It relives the memories of how the Gakhar Chief, Sultan Sarang Khan, fought against the Afghan King Sher Shah Suri and how he died in the battle. And although the building remains in it’s place but it shall never be as it once was, with its strong walls which are now fallen, and its once green courtyard now turned into a graveyard of Sultan Sarang Khan and his 16 fallen sons.
And what else tells the tale of this fort than Susan Hill’s words, “They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs.”