Again and again Radhika loses to Krishna — and she complains to Vishakha. "He defeated me on the swing: he made it go so high that, afraid of falling, I had to cling to him. He defeated me splashing in the water. He defeated me at Holi. He keeps beating me at everything — because these are all games of strength. O Vishakha, think up a game that needs some brains, so that we can finally dispatch his pride. He's strong, but he's not so smart. Come up with something that takes wit". And Vishakha goes and brings the chaupar — a board of dice, a game of calculation, not of force. Now everything is different: Krishna's strength is useless here, and Radhika will be able to outplay him — and dispatch his pride. So love changes the very arena of the contest: where you cannot win by force, you win by cleverness — and in that tiny defiance there is more tenderness than in any meek surrender.