At the age of 14 when I was in 9th standard along with my friend Sreekumar, I was dreamed about weapons which can be controlled by a command center, which is obviously the basement of my house, which also doesn't exist really. The house itself was around 200 Sq. Ft and the bread and butter was literally based on the postman, then there is no point of expecting much. But I was a dreamer, even still, which doesn't bring me anything and didn't take me anywhere, in my life. I don't know exactly why is so. A problem of my dreams or the problem of my ability to take them to the horizon ? I found the second as more relevant.
Again and again I brainstormed about the purpose of writing a blog based on my dream ? Because without a better vocabulary (what I have is not even up-to a 7th grade standard, no wonders !), without even much knowledge about the weaponry or defense centers, why you need it ? But then I realized myself, like the other blogs which I wrote before, this is also not for the reader rather for the writer itself.
So my dear shadow reader, here comes the dream of a boy into reality through the mind of a teenager whom have lost is career buds before it flower.
There are many influenced factors behind this dream, even in that age. But the first and most important factor is my father, my war hero, whom as participated in three wars of this country.
But this teenager is not living in this country. he is in the city of North Las Vegas, in the state of Nevada.
Walking in the Range Road, passing by the electric fences and long gates, he was murmuring that name, Nellis !
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