In the afternoon Radhika cooks the sweets herself — manohara ladoo, amrita keli. She places them in a small clay pot and sets it in the hands of Rati Manjari: carry these to Nandagaon. And Rati Manjari goes from Yavat to the house of Nanda and offers the sweets to Krishna. He tastes them — and all at once he feels everything Radhika felt while she was cooking. For when you cook, your consciousness enters the food. So Krishna is not tasting the sugar — he is tasting the very love of Radhika. He eats, yet leaves a remnant; Dhanishtha wraps it in a leaf and places it again in Rati Manjari's hands: "Take this to Radhika." And Radhika waits in separation, wondering: did he like the sweets I made, did he feel anything at all? Rati Manjari comes and offers it with great reverence: here is Krishna's remnant. And Radhika, tasting, feels what he felt while tasting her love — and he had felt what she poured into the cooking. So between two hearts the tiny manjari runs to and fro, and in a clay pot she carries not sweets but love.