Today, I remembered my last game of ludo.
Ludo is one game that is equal parts luck and risk.
On the part of luck, getting a six when you roll the dice is a matter of chance. And lady luck can kiss you one moment, yet betray you the next.
On the part of risk, your every step out of home is a battle for survival. You either attack or run like crazy.
I remembered the smile on my lover’s face as she beat me convincingly. There is a strange type of peace I experience when I lose convincingly.
I put a call through to her, and she still carries the bragging right as a badge. We had a good laugh.
I am thankful for fond memories.