exhibitions

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Hello,

I am elated to the core.Here is my first exhibition..Didnt know how to,but still with little tips from my parents, who have always been my beacon of light managed to put in all that i have created till now....Thanks to you acha ,if not for you i would not have basked in the glory of appreciations and accolades i had.....These are some of my babies.....

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