The Invisibility cloak

“How did you get this?” She enquired (not) looking at my invisibility cloak with her coveted and infatuated eyes. I sat speechless, surprised at her choice – How did I get it? I don’t know. I don’t remember.
“How did you get it?” She asked again, more curious now.

The greed and admiration in her eyes caused an unexplained agony in my heart.

“You seem utterly fascinated by it? You want it?”

“Want it?” She exclaimed. “Hell yeah! I want it!” And then she went on to how she would use it; How she would blend right in and no one would ever know, how she would run freely, oblivious of the eyes and voices around, how she would observe and never be observed, how she would be anyone she wants in her own little world. It would be amazing, she said. It would be the greatest thing, she said.

Her naivety stabbed jealousy in my heart and her ignorance made me chuckle. How did I get the invisibility cloak though? Oh! I remember! I did not get the invisibility cloak. I made it. I casted a spell weaved out of colloquial speech and vernacular thoughts. I dyed my cloak with the rainbow colors of society. I washed it in the buckets full of dreams and fairy-tale fantasies and squeezed them right through it. I dried it under the sunlight of approvals and normalcy. I sewed it with the delicate soft threads of comfort and advantages. I ironed out the wrinkles and creases with the heat of conformity as well as frequent genocide of idiosyncrasies.

“You like it? You can take it.” I said.

“Really? You sure?”

Am I sure? Of course, I am sure. I don’t want it. In fact, I loathe it. I am tired of wearing this depressing thing! And your admiration! Jeez! It doesn’t make even a bit of sense to me! How can you be so fascinated by this? What’s wrong with being seen after all? When there is nothing to hide why do you need this cloak? Once you start wearing this, you can never take it off! Why do you want to spend your whole life peeking through this deception? This cowardice? This great doleful irony?

“Yes, you can take it. It is yours now.”

And anyway, I have already started making myself a new one.

9 thoughts on “The Invisibility cloak

  1. I have a new title for you! Mistress of Metaphors!
    You have the art of masterfully commenting on the mundane and cruel realities of life in allegories!
    I thought this to be powerful writing… I was taken aback by the bitterness in the tone and was impressed that it was expressed using an allegory that we generally hold in a sense so far removed from what you used it to represent — a sense of won der and fantasy…and you used the same to convey the entire opposite, skillfully denouncing the dye of conformity that our world tries to paint us all in…
    Kudos! Keep writing!!!!


    1. Mistress of metaphors! Wow that is a fancy name! :D. I never thought I would think of myself as someone, who is most of her life, wrapped around an invisibility cloak but the thought stung me one day and I knew I had to write about it. Glad you could not only relate to it and also find worth praising.
      You should know that your appreciation matters a lot to me and is a constant source of encouragement. :*
      Kudos to you too! Keep reading (please!)!

      Love and lots of love


  2. Words fail me, what you have written is hauntingly beautiful and true at the same time. Love it…love it…..and I can go about it all day. It captures the sad reality of life in such a poignant manner. Respect ^Respect


    1. This is a huge compliment! Digvijay! A mere thank you doesn’t seem enough but then I don’t know what else to say…so thank you! Thank you so much! Your encouragement is a major contributing factor to why I write and I am glad that you have read this and loved this! It means a lot! 🙂 Keep reading! Don’t
      Love and lots of love


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