A narrow cobblestone street in India, lined with ornate buildings and a temple, is cluttered with banana leaves, pots, and trash, with cows wandering amidst the debris.

Before hosting a bhandara or langar in Vrindavan, take care that every scrap of waste finds its proper place. Let prasad never touch plastic, and hold yourself fully responsible for cleaning up afterward. This is no ordinary town—these are the streets where Govind and Radha’s divine leelas unfold. Do not let devotion be shadowed by carelessness. Picture the streets after a feast: disposable plates scattered, plastic wrapping fluttering like stray leaves. Each corner cries for respect, each pathway begs for cleanliness. Serve with love, serve with responsibility, so that Vrindavan shines as it should—pure, sacred, and alive with the joy of divine play, not buried under the remnants of our carelessness. See more