Despite the anger her pretty little mouth is contorted in, an eerie calm lines her brow. The sombre Radha-Krishna couple in the background are figments of her imagination, as she tries to console herself with how the divine lover had made Radha wait endless hours for Him, only to finally come to Her and pacify Her. Radha has turned Her face away from Her Krishna, whilst He draws Her close and offers His explanations. It is His divine conduct that she expects out of her mortal lover, who would walk in through those dark red velvet curtains any moment now. She awaits him, having arranged a tray of wine and fruits within an arm's reach to serve to him, while she plays with a peacock feather to keep herself from losing her temper.