In separation Rādhikā sees a sakhī approaching — and mistakes her for Krishna: your complexion is just like His. Where have you been all this time? Surely you have come straight out of my meditation. Wear some peacock feathers, play the flute for me, and I will feel relief. And right there, in the middle of that confusion, something else is spoken: if He were to commit hundreds and thousands of millions of offenses against me, I would still forgive Him. Mahāprabhu has spoken these words of Rādhikā. And then She asks for one thing only: come here and give me a tight embrace.