Book excerpt: The Rocks Of Hampi In The Poem Of That Title Are An Extension Of The Fiend Of The Folktales; They Are Frozen Memories, Amorphous Archetypes Of A Lost World Of Primal Experience, The Thirst Of The Scorching Sun: The Buffaloes That Cannot Swim, The Flames Of ShivaýS Third Eye, Tales Waiting To Bloom, Ahalya Waiting For Emancipation, Yet Unable To Become The Powerful Phallus Or Event A Limb Of Shiva. The Rocks Want To Converse With The World, To Make Friends With The Mother And The Baby, Ignite Memories Thus Anamnesing The World Obivious Of Its Past, Or Inspire Revenge. They Also Symbolise The Fantasy Of Untamed Freedom: They Are Naked Wild Horses Waiting To Gallop Away To The Horizon. The Inversion Works Here Filling The Non-Living Rocks With Life, Turning Memories Into Dreams And Making The Silence Speak. The Rocks Belong To The World Of The Fiend Of He Folktale And To That Of Myth And Like The Fiend Framed And Kept In A Museum, The Rocks Are Frozen Dreams Of Liberation Now Under The Tourist Gace.