The cowgirls are in brown or grey velveteen, or perhaps in khaki.
He drives the cowgirls off but hearing their cries, Krishna follows after.
As they gaze on Krishna, their reactions are reminiscent of the cowgirls'.
As the cowgirls throng to see him, he twits them on their conduct.
At this point the cowgirls' love for Krishna is clearly physical.
When they find him gone, the cowgirls are at a loss to know what to do.
Following his revels with the cowgirls, Krishna is smitten with remorse.
She watched the cowgirls, walking unconcernedly about the ring, flapping their riding-whips against their leather boots.
Some of the cowgirls hardly dare to be angry but others upbraid him for so brusquely deserting them.
At Brindaban, his foster parents, Nanda and Yasoda, his friends the cowherds and his loves the cowgirls long for his return.