A street and her saying

This is the street of stories
She told me
She is going to marry now
Near Petrol Pump she decorated


Her each words I do remember
Nostalgic rain makes me compels
to think ,to sort out the sayings
she made,it was her saying

She gave me the eyes to see the street
Whatever is said is true,whatever is unsaid is also true
The story consists of multiple stories
And I was the witness


As an outsider
I got hypnotized
I got puzzled with the street
The then ideas overrule me