Fire in my soul.

One of my friends called me this week. She is that friend who I do not necessarily talk to every day but who understands me, who has known me for a while. We stay connected with each other with sporadic text messages, Christmas greetings etc. And although we would like to chat with each other more often, we just do not have that kind of spare time. For starters, we live in two different time zones and then she works full time, and I am a mother of three which is more than a full-time job. This time however, we had a few minutes to spare for each other, got talking, and had an actual conversation without interruptions. After we had caught up on whatever was going on in our lives, she told me the real reason she had called me. She said she was listening to this song on radio," I don’t need a hand to hold, I got that fire in my soul" and she could not stop but think of me, about me. She said I was the only Indian friend she had with a fire in my soul, who wa...