When Radha and Krishna are together in the kunja, even Lalita and Vishakha keep their distance — a shyness restrains them before such closeness. But the young manjaris come and go more freely than even they do: before her maidservants Radhika feels no trace of reserve. Through the carved lattice they never take their eyes off her and read her without a single word — by a glance, by her breath. Her very breathing is a language to them: she is silent, only her eyes move, and the service is already underway in perfect quiet. One massages her feet, another fans her with a chamara, a third offers betel — each anticipating the wish before it is ever spoken. And in these most intimate moments, when Radhika sits, the heel of her foot touches a maidservant's chin; she has only to move it slightly — and the girl has already sprung up to fetch what is needed.