May you have many more!

I stole the title of this post from Fatima Bhutto's article on "The News". She writes:

Pakistan is the sound of the myna birds that nestle quietly in the trees all day and come alive at five in the morning. It's the smell of jasmines worn tightly around the wrist. It's the rush of hitting a six. It's the nuclear green, cardamom smelling Pakola drink.

Source: http://thenews.jang.com.pk/daily_detail.asp?id=67991

Here's what the Guardian said about our independence on August 15th, 1947:

At midnight in Karachi, capital of Pakistan, Mr. Jinnah became Governor General of Pakistan. The Pakistan Constituent Assembly met yesterday afternoon and Lord Mountbatten was there to say farewell: not an absolute parting, he said, but a parting among friends.

Source: http://www.guardian.co.uk/india/story/0,12559,822542,00.html