There is a cluster of stalls selling tea, cigarette, betel and other small items (পান বিড়ির দোকান) where the Station road meets the State highway. A rickshaw stand is on the one side and a new stand for the e-rickshaw, fondly named 'Toto' by Bengalis. The place is too bad for ears most of the day with blaring horns of buses and trucks and auto-rickshaws and cars and motor-cycles. Then the chatters and laughter of the lollygagging groups sitting in the nook formed between the stalls.
But in an early winter morning you neither have those urban sounds nor those urban views. The place becomes as lonely as a single person preparing to open the shop and someone lost in thoughts watching him.