This land resounds with the call of 'Bolo Radhe Radhe' rendered by the priests, shopkeepers, workers, wherever you turn your ear to. The typical fragrant of sandalwood, flowers and incense wafts past and brings to the mind that this is the land where Lord Krishna was born, stole butter, played with the gopis and engaged in dances with Radha on moonlit nights. And it is for these reasons that Vrindavan-Mathura is still magical, in spite of the numerous changes that it's undergone. But set aside a minute or two, and imagine how a forest of basil would have covered this region, thus bestowing it the loving title of Vrindavan (vrinda-basil, van-forest). And watch thousands of enthusiastic devotees making their way through the winding lanes to offer their prayers and services for their most-loved Lord. And then there is the Braj Ras Leela, which is a centuries-old tradition of portraying Lord Krishna's pastimes, games and dances with the gopis. There's surely much more here, so visit it to watch a city trying to be what it always has been.