When one day Krishna woke first from a rest in the forest with his cowherd friends, he decided to wake everyone and call the cows grazing at a distance by playing his flute. When Krishna blew the nectar of his lips into the flute, a melodious raga with a slow rhythm and a deep base emerged from its end. This wonderful vibration enchanted the peacocks in and around the Govardhan hills. Their hearts began to sing in happiness and fill the skies with their own song.
The killing of Pralambāsura and the devouring of the devastating forest fire by Krsṇa and Balarāma became household topics in Vrindāvana. The cowherd men described these wonderful activities to their wives and to everyone else, and all were struck with wonder. They concluded that Krsṇa and Balarāma were demigods who had kindly come to Vrindāvana to become their children.
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