Teaching Gita

Gita's the model student. She's taking the lesson to heart. Pain comes first, the brutal stretch, the impossible pressure. Fists have no mercy and teach best that way. She swallows every inch. Tears come, then surrender. By the time I'm wrist-deep she knows it in her spine: submit, take it, want more. Now she mentors the others. Perfect form, unflinching, she moves them through the same ache until each hand disappears. She smiles when they whimper. Remembers her own lesson and gives it back harder.