Peacocks dance and drop their feathers — the moment Krishna wishes to adorn Radhika with them, the wish-fulfilling land of Vraja itself offers up a plume. "Wait here, I will gather them," says Krishna, and steps away. And Radhika suddenly vanishes: a whim to play hide-and-seek. "Lalita, where is your sakhi?" "She has gone home." "I do not believe you." And Krishna searches the whole forest for her. But hide-and-seek in prema-lila is subtle: one who loves sees the beloved everywhere — so how is he to search? Nor is it easier for the one who hides: wherever Radhika steps, the nectar of her body makes the flowers blossom and tremble, betraying her trail. And now Krishna, maddened by love, spies a golden forest lotus — a sthala-kamalini — and, taking it for Radhika, rushes to embrace it. The sakhis laugh: "It is not she! Your head must still be spinning from the day the whirlwind Trinavarta whirled you through the sky."