baatein, kuch ankahi si ❤️ - Page 3

You know I have been sitting here just staring at your post for minutes because I still cannot process this. Did I actually end up finding someone on IF who knows Douglas and moreover would know his poetry just by taking a look at it? I am actually pleasantly shocked. I cannot believe this. Come here, Wanna hug you, *runs towards you with grabby hands like a demented Pokmon*.🤗

Seriously, you are a perfect human being. I cannot explain you how deeply those letter of Wilde to Douglas affected me ... The love, the passion, pain and understanding, everything about it made me wiser, gave me a broader view of the things. I had cried after the first reading of Two Loves' and I was the only one who understood what it was about in the whole class. By the end of the poem my heart was so heavy with helplessness and misery and even after all these years it has not gone away.

I know their love story had a messy ending. But their love was so real. I believe that Douglas loved Wilde too but his hate for his father was sadly greater. It is never the love, but hate that is the reason of anyone's fall. I just cannot fathom the idea of being sent to jail for being in love. Being tried in court and have your personal letters of love and affection put on a pedestal for everyone to read and make fun of? And I just respect Wilde more as a human being for he stood there in the court and refused to be ashamed of his love. What an irony that he dare to speak of a love that dare not speak its name'. Till this date, Oscar Wilde's explanation of Alfred's famous lines is the best one I could find. And that too he explained in front of a court, during his trial for loving a man, for a gross indecency' they named it.

"The Love that dare not speak its name" in this century is such a great affection of an elder for a younger man as there was between David and Jonathan, such as Plato made the very basis of his philosophy, and such as you find in the sonnets of Michelangelo and Shakespeare. It is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It dictates and pervades great works of art like those of Shakespeare and Michelangelo, and those two letters of mine, such as they are. It is in this century misunderstood, so much misunderstood that it may be described as the "Love that dare not speak its name," and on account of it I am placed where I am now. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder man has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope and glamour of life before him. That it should be so, the world does not understand. The world mocks at it and sometimes puts one in the pillory for it."

This is why I just hate Harshad more and more these days. I cannot explain my aversion to the idea of being exposed, being dragged into the light of the day, as if Cabir's truth is something to be ashamed of, something he should be scared of. Because, from where I see, I do not see Cabir being ashamed of his love, he is just cautious of the society and for the right reasons. India is after all going through the 19^th century Britain phase where homosexuality is a criminal offense. Oscar Wilde cries for this country in heaven right now.

Cabir is hopeful and supported. He might come off as reckless but he is also very sensitive towards R's insecurities and fear. Cabir might have been ashamed of himself, felt guilty for being who he is at some point"which is slowly going away thanks to Manik " but not once did I see him being ashamed of the love he has for R.I just can't put it in words how upset I will be if they do not show Cabir having his own happy ending. I am so tired of tragedy when it comes to the love that is slowly starting to dare and speak its name'.