Literary Club

Here is the glimpse of the "Special Lecture on Shakespeare's play Macbeth" for 2nd year English Optional Students by Prof. Gowri Shankar on 14.09.2019

Dr. Siraj Ahmed Sir on the dais

Prof. Gowri Shankar on the dais analyzing the play 

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