God looked at the earth growing weary, where rivers whispered their absence and the soil longed for care. So He made Govardhan Goshala — a place where cows roam free and bells echo like prayer. A place where every blade of grass, every footstep in the dust, remembers the ways of those who came before. Here, tradition isn’t just preserved — it’s lived, it’s breathed, it’s felt. For a balanced environment, for safeguarding heritage, for enriching rural life. This is not just a shelter. It is a sanctuary. A promise. A way of life. Sparsh maayecha, vaarsa paramparecha.