Graduate Seminar

Department of English organized a State Level Graduate Seminar to induce critical thinking and research aptitude on 25 Sept 2019. Graduate students and Post Graduate students of Kuvempu University and Davanagere University participated in it. More than 80 papers related to the texts of their choice were presented by the delegates.




























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