Krishna comes out from the village, and Radharani with her sakhis stands at the edge of the path, waiting. Then he appears — and Radhika's eyes, not like two chakora birds but like a thousand chakoras, drink in all at once the beauty of his moon-like face. She cannot bear it: she faints and falls senseless to the ground. "Look, look, look, sakhi! — cries Lalita. — This is called purva-raga." Even before Radha and Krishna have met directly, their love passes through ten stages — and the very first is only a glance, eye meeting eye for the first time. And the fruit of that single glance is chitta-asakti: the heart already bound fast. From that moment Radhika tries to go about her household chores, but Krishna will not leave her heart. "Go away, let me be," she drives him off. He will not go. "Oh Lalita, what am I to do? Wherever I turn, he stands blocking my path."