“I’ve always been drawn to the motley scents of Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh, my motherland… After a day of riding through Old Dhaka’s winding alleys and street side shops, we stopped at the Dhakeshwari Temple, one of the oldest Hindu temples in the country. We entered a large courtyard with nooks and arches for ceremony and worship. Three different wedding ceremonies commenced, simultaneously. We were wedding crashers. But no one seemed to notice. Circles of witnesses formed around the newlywed couples. In the corner, far away from the fanfare, I noticed a woman, hunched and praying so deeply that she seemed to be collapsing into herself… Trails of a hundred lit incense sticks rose above her, and she paid the reverie around her no mind. In this courtyard, the scent of burning wood from a havan, burning incense, and spring flowers brought stillness in a city that only knows chaos.” – Tanwi Nandini Islam // @hiwildflower   004/100 of #100DaysofConfessions Instagram Project