CAIFA

Chicago Academy of Indian Fine Arts is a new found organization interested in promoting quality arts at affordable prices. Comprised of several different families in Chicago, this organization strives to bring something 'fresh' to society. Their website is www.caifausa.org. You can also find them on Facebook under CAIFA Please do support and encourage thier efforts!

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