All of them came on to the banks of river Yamuna which was too pleased to host this event. The sand on the bank was shining with beautiful luster! Singing and music was on. Gopis and Krishn were flirting with each other. Krishn was praising Gopis all over. He was giving them postures they liked. Dancing with hands around neck and around waist, Gopis were getting more more engrossed into the experience of ever increasing, ever new, unbound divine happiness! Such an experience! Unavailable to men of knowledge, saint of other moods than romantic! For this joy Laxmi lived with a lot of austerity, but could not get entry into Vrindavan where Raas was held.

Sometimes Krishn where as some times Gopis were singing various songs for each other. How rhythmic and faultless were the dance steps! As if all of them expert at the art of singing and dancing. The whole atmosphere was charged with such a divine light of full moon! How ravishing was the Gentle breeze filled with fragrance! Minds of Gopis were drenched with a pleasing love shower! What an intoxicating experience!

Every Gopi saw that Krishn was with her and that made all Gopis egotistical. Each Gopi thought,’Look at me! How beautiful and georgeous I am! God of all Gods, Krishn is after me! Krishn loves me most!’

When Krishn observed that Gopis hearts were getting filled with pride, he decided to root out the ego from their hearts because ego does not allow bliss to flourish. Krisn vanished from the cite of Raas!!.

Thus Rass was just began and there was a break in it. ‘Pratham Grase Makshika pataha” meaning ‘The very first sip was about to be taken just then fly fell into the cup! Rass was interrupted!