Every life is incredible, capable of leaving behind an indelible impression on the minds of fellow beings. These, once etched in the mind, find their way out in the form of stories with me, the time, the lone witness and hence conferred upon with the responsibility of being their narrator. Thus, every lifes a story to be told and retold until its echo gets immersed in the deafening silence of the universe, fading away only to be replaced by newer ones. So is Anitas. One of the most ordinary ones, qualified to be passed on with the blink of an eye… but not without clouding them.