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Posted by Jean Elizabeth Paul at 00:16

Jean Elizabeth Paul: When I was small, I learnt letters and words could actually create love. I found they could create beauty from nothing. From person to person, it was unique. And sometimes words weren't enough. When I grew up, I found a way to capture that too. In Photography. It became a passion. Now, I am trying to live my passion and make some love.

Natural Decorations For the Home: HOW TO MAKE AN ALGAE LAMP

Did you know that there are algae (those tiny green floating stuff in your lakes and lagoons) that radiate light. They are bio-luminescent ...
Our Journey in search of a teacher

One of those many journeys we make as we grow older perhaps is to search for a lost part of ourselves. But, none could be as unique ...
How to Arrange Flowers In Simple Ways

As one travels along the Alleppey-Changanasherry road (AC Road) there is a sight that will add cheer to your ride. You may never get tired...
How To Have a Fully Bloomed Garden Through out the Year! ( For Rainy Regions)

As I walked out of my home early one morning the other day, my sight fell on a strip of pink all along the garden. It was one pretty spect...
The wait is Long

“The wait is long, my dream of you does not end.” Nuala O'Faolain, My Dream of You

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