Says Tuka, once gone, they do not return. Playing with Krishna, the day passes unnoticed. Day and night mean nothing to them, gazing upon Krishna's face. Looking at Him, the eyes never tire. They remain motionless and still. The whole body becomes transfixed. The senses forget their functions. They forgot hunger, thirst, home, and threshold. They did not think about where they were. They forgot what time it was, what moment had passed. They forgot everything. They forgot what caste they belonged to. All four varnas became one. Becoming one in Krishna's joy, they played house without a care. They played house together with Krishna, free of any hesitation. Govinda was in their hearts. The grinding was only a pretense. The world took it for real, but they played it as a game. What the world took as serious, they played as sport, making Govinda the center of it all. They made Hari their in-laws' home and their mother's home. Brothers, husbands, kinsmen, all were cast in the role by that devotion. Says Tuka, all feeling settled at the feet of Govinda.