My experience during a trip to vrindavan
In Vrindavan, where the river flows, Where the essence of love and devotion glows, Whispers of Krishna in the breeze so light, Echoing tales of love, pure and bright. Lotus blooms beneath the sun's warm embrace, Each petal a story, a moment in grace, The scent of incense dances in the air, As pilgrims gather, lost in prayer. Temples adorned with colors divine, Carvings of deities, in beauty they shine, Every chant, a melody, every prayer, a plea, In this sacred haven, souls wander free. Gokul's charm and Yamuna's kiss, In each corner, a taste of bliss, Where time stands still, and hearts ignite, Vrindavan, the spirit 's guiding light. Visiting Vrindavan, the sacred city where Lord Krishna was born and raised, was a long-awaited journey for me and my family. As we packed our bags and made our way to this spiritual haven, I couldn’t contain my excitement. My husband was looking forward to experiencing the serenity of the temples, while our 5 Year-old son, curious about