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Whether you're struggling to teach your kids the basic maths or if they fear it, Sujata Gupta's Gyaan Ghar is here to help!
Whether you’re struggling to teach your kids the basic maths or if they fear it, Sujata Gupta’s Gyaan Ghar is here to help!
I am a mathematics teacher running Gyaan Ghar right now. It was only during the lockdown that I decide to share my knowledge. And now I make videos of maths lectures for class 10 students and upload them on my YouTube channel.
On her YouTube channel right here!
During the lockdown, all I really wanted to do was something for the student struggling with mathematics. And since this is what I am best at, I thought it would be the perfect time to spread the knowledge about mathematics.
Students fear maths, because they don’t practice. With Gyaan Ghar, I am to remove the fear from their minds by starting with. the basics. My work is very homely and I am available for any of their queries.
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