In 1990, I again visited Vrindavan, a holy place in North India. I had been there fifty-odd times before and knew its every nook and corner. Things changed little with time in these relatively remote places. So, even on this visit everything looked familiar, but with Radhanath Swami accompanying me, everything felt mysteriously different. His discourses, his devotional songs and his very presence seemed to unveil the hidden spirituality of that holy place. Everyday we traveled on foot, from dawn to dusk, visiting different places in Vrindavan: temples, hermitages, holy shrines and forests. Witnessing his devotion for Vrindavan, I was humbled: for the first time I realized that a holy place went deeper than its mere geography.
— Ashok Parikh, Stock Broker