Yet, this industry has created a dichotomy. The air sometimes smells of sulfur mixed with the sweet scent of Nahor (a local flower). It is a city of striking contrasts: tractors sharing lanes with Mercedes sedans, and men in Gamosa (traditional scarves) swiping credit cards at new-age malls. Ask any Assamese for the one thing they miss from Bongaigaon, and they won't mention the refinery. They will point to the food.
Just a short drive from the city chaos lies a prehistoric mystery. The rock engravings at Kachugaon depict animal figures and geometric patterns dating back to the Stone Age. This is the city’s "X-Files" moment—a forgotten history scratched into stone by ancestors no one remembers. Xxx Bongaigaon Assam
Don't ask for "Xxx." Ask for "Bongaigaon Refinery X-ing" or "Chatribari." And whatever you do, stop for the Chai (tea) at the Boro-Kachari stall on the south-west corner. It is the best cup you will have between Guwahati and Cooch Behar. Yet, this industry has created a dichotomy