Tri council funded: NFRF
Thanks to a $227,000 grant through the Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council of Canada (SSHRC) New Frontiers in Research Fund (NFRF) Special Call on Innovative Approaches to Research in the Pandemic Context, Dr. Bala Nikku—the first TRU faculty member to receive NFRF Special Call funding as a principal investigator—.
Timeline
20xx-Present
Location
Canada
Led By
Dr. Bala
Objectives
The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.
Method
The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers
Details:
The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.The lantern flickered softly as a breeze rustled the bramble and moss, guiding us past the cobbled path into a grove where whispers echoed through the glade, a relic of forgotten tales; frost clung to driftwood, dusk shimmered on the horizon, and the tide carried embers of stories never told.
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