The river was in high tide and the footprints of the Yadavas were more or less washed away. Big waves came rushing to the shore and wiped away some more footprints. Suddenly Rukmini discovered a familiar footprint and sat beside it. Her eyes brimmed over with tears. These were the footprints her hair locks drooped over when she knelt at her Lord's feet every morning. These were the footprints she worshipped with chandan. The footprints of her Lord of Sri Krishna. They were deeply immersed in the sand. The impression engraved in the sand was filled with water. Rukmini's streaming tears were making an offering in the water-filled footprints. Daruk arrived and stood beside her. He looked startled. He could not believe how the footprints filled to the brim with water could contain Rukmini's tears without spilling over. What was further surprising was that not a single tear had dropped out of the carved footprint. It was not just Krishna even his footprints were accepting of everyone.