She never worried about the loss of curds or milk or butter, but the very thought of Krishna’s tender feet walking over the hard stones in the sun was something she could not bear. The divine Love that Krishna showered made everyone forget everything else. He too gave such disarming replies to the queries of the mother and the Gopis that no one could have anything but divine love towards Him. That is the characteristic of Divine Incarnations, at all times.

“She was carrying the milk to the temple to be offered to God; perhaps God Himself took the vessel away from her,” He would say, announcing indirectly His own Reality. “I was sleeping by your side, Mother. How then could I have gone away to their houses, to steal their butter?” He would plead,—suggesting that He could be in more than one place at a point of time. When caught in the act of searching for butter, He would say that He had put His hand in the pot, just to find out if a calf that had run away was inside it! With such lovely retorts, He won a place in every heart and the Gopis vied with each other in fondling Him and serving Him.