Dear Pakistan,

It has been 69 long years. Can you imagine that? That long since people started calling us by different names.
For a second back then I'd thought, what's in a name and a mere line painted between us?! But then it turned out to be much more than what I thought it would be. Call it the biggest fight we've ever had as siblings, but maybe it was time we started being on our own.

 You know as well as I do that things aren't as bad as it used to be. But let's look at the brighter side; we're moving on and building up an identity of our own, aren't we? Just like you have your problems to deal with, I have mine. And uhhm...let's not talk about how well we're doing that though.

For so long people were  stubborn about focusing on our differences, but they overlooked our similarities. So for today, let's remember that we're made of the same blood and skin, and let's dive in the glory of our bond. I know that many have a false impression about you, and to them I would like to quote something I heard that really touched my heart - 'to not judge a rose by its thorns.' 

Yes we're different but still one and the same. Birds of a feather, or flowers of a plant? Call it whatever. That line painted between us is a merging point rather than a separation. It is where we meet and not separate. You know that we make a great team. And  to think of it, we're still young and only learning to deal with our inhabitants and their ways. 69 years may seem like a lot to them, but you know better than me how hard it is to control these folk.

Nevertheless, do remember that I'll be always right here watching over you, as a sister ought to be doing. And in the coming decades I greatly hope that our bond only strengthens... how thin it might seem now. 

Wishing you centuries and centuries of happiness and good will. And yeah, have a splendidly super duper future!

Lots of love,

Your one and only 

Hindustan