Sitting in my hostel room of U.E.T Lahore on the Basant night, I was wondering if I am in Pakistan. The sounds of bugle (a musical instrument used commonly in wars of Hindus) and recording of naseeboo lal that a common Pakistani cannot think of hearing while sitting with family, Fluctuating lights etc, were telling me that we have decided a borderline between Pakistan and India but its not the dream country of the Quaid-i-Azam.
What this basant has given to us, only sufferings to several families in the form of death of their beloved ones, suffering to WAPDA and thus the government in the form of several lakhs or even crores.
If this is Pakistan then what was the problem in living with the Hindus in combined Indo-Pakistan. Let's think. Let's make a real Pakistanis.
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