Radhika has risen into full sovereignty — now she is the Isha, the mistress, and Krishna stands before her lost, overwhelmed by her love: "What am I to do, what to do?" And then an idea comes to him. All at once Krishna feels himself wanting: "I have no such love as hers. How can I obtain it?" So with his own hands — just as the sakhis do — he begins to roll the tambula, folding the betel into a beautiful leaf and raising it to her lips, lifting her chin with one finger. But behind it lies a secret plan. For to gain someone's prema, you must take their remnants. This is why he was rolling the tambula: "If I prepare the tambula and give it to Radhika, and she chews it, then I can take her remnant. And then — then I will realize, what is this prema?" He to whom the whole world offers its remnants now schemes to beg a single one — only that he might taste, even once, the love of his Radhika. What is this prema?