Reading Notes: Kalidasa's Shakuntala Part 2


  • Turmoil
  • He doesn't remember marrying her?
  • The gem is found in the mouth of a fish and the police think the fish man stole it but it smells like its been in a fish
  • She pretty and he imagines her pretty
  • Disbelieving reunion yay happy
Personal Photo, July 2016


Source: Kalidasa. Shakuntala and Other Works

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  1. UnknownNovember 12, 2017 at 7:38 PM

    Hi Rachel! I have to say, I really respect how concise you are with your reading notes! I think that, this way, you are able to highlight only the most important concepts that are present in story so that you can refer to them when writing your own stories for the week. I think I need to work on making my own notes more concise.

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