The boys of Vraja are wrestling in the dust — practically naked, only a string at the waist and beads at the neck, each bragging how strong he is. Sri Dham throws Krishna down and sits on top: "Jai, jai, I am the winner!" Krishna gets up, dusts himself off: "No, I am the winner — my nose is pointing up and yours is pointing down. That is the rule." "Krishna, you are a cheater!" — and Sri Dham hurls a handful of dust in his face. Krishna flings a handful back, and soon the whole band is laughing and showering each other with dust, just like four-year-olds. And at that hour Durvasa Rishi is wandering the forest — a fearsome sage, master of all the yoga-siddhis: he can curse you and you die, bless you and you succeed. He has heard that Bhagavan himself has appeared in Gokula, and he searches the whole forest for God. He steps into the clearing — and there are grubby little boys pelting each other with dust, one of them letting his friends defeat him. Durvasa stops still: