I remember their names

Over the years i've realised watching people is far better and enjoyable than watching TV. Names of people are to me more remarkable and interesting than people themselves. We lived with my granparents till I was 8 and during that time an old man sold puffed rice every evening. my grandma bought puffed rice on and off.That man had a limp and I knew nothing about him, but I remember his name was why-ya-puri.
One lonely lady lived in a single room house and we ran passed her house as we played every evening,thats abt all I knew of her .I remember her name was Saroja
Then we moved to our house which was then very very far away from coimbatore town. one huge family lived there the father brought us drinking water and the mother was our maid. one of their sons brought home a pigeon he had trapped and displayed it proudly. he was'nt a friend and i never spoke to him. The next thing I know he was dead -electrocuted a week later. And that was 20 years ago. I remember his name was Aaran.
There was just one small shop that would provide petrol and air for the vehicles when v were starnded in our village vadavalli. Oh yes the owner rented out bicycles for 60 paise an hour. His wife I had seen, never spoken to, no one spoke about her and she died a few years ago . I remember her name was Rita.
My sis and I travelled in the famous 1C and we had numerous bus mates whom we only saw every single day. One guy who went to Carmel Garden travelled with his mom who was a teacher in a neighbouring school. He completed school in a couple of years and I never again saw him. He died in a swimming accident in the USA a couple of years ago. I remember his name was Suraj
I wonder why these names remain in my memory though I have forgotten the names of many of my classmates and students whom I have taught. I dont have an answer.Can any one think of one?!

Dreams

The music in my dreams
As a child I had many dreams.........u might want to call them fantasies but no fantasies r those that u know as fake and false from the very begining. But dreams fulfilled or unfulfilled let ur heart soar high. I dreamt I wud be a BBC news reader, i'd write a book about my grandad, make a movie about my dad. Sail the seven seas incessantly, make it to the army . I dreamt I wud never marry but live with my sister "until death do us part".None of them have come true yet. still when I recollect my childhood dreams I see a new me. Then for a moment I am a child again and dream new dreams, to be a musician someday, to be a tour guide, to be a cobbler.........oh cant dream now got to go............................my mom just called on the phone