Ahmedabad now has a museum devoted to contemporary art. The Museum of Contemporary Art Ahmedabad, founded by the Indian collector Aneri D. Patel, describes itself as the first institution of its kind in the city, and it has opened with an inaugural exhibition, I Dwell in Possibility, organised with the Delhi and Bangalore gallery GALLERYSKE. The show runs until 1 November in a corporate office space that serves as the museum's temporary home while a flagship building is planned.

The exhibition takes its title from the opening line of an Emily Dickinson poem, which uses a house as a metaphor for the boundless reach of poetry, and the organisers have taken that idea literally. Live plants, arranged by landscape architect Aditya Shah, share the floor with the artworks, from birds of paradise to bundled palm leaves. Visitors may sit on furniture from Phantom Hands's Geoffrey Bawa collection, pick up books chosen by the economist Arjun Jayadev, read recipes from the culinary researcher Sheetal Bhatt, or listen to a soundtrack by the music archivist Nishant Mittal on wireless headsets.

Five artists are included, each approaching interior life and lived space in a different medium. Avinash Veeraraghavan contributes embroidery and video works that map surreal inner landscapes, while Buddhadev Mukherjee's watercolours on silk find humour in daily ritual. Dia Mehhta Bhupal builds life-size sets of cinemas and locker rooms from hand-rolled magazine paper and photographs them, and Sudarshan Shetty shows a wooden frame carrying acrylic letters that read sometimes when we travel we forget who we are. Sunil Padwal collages old documents, banknotes and posters bought in Mumbai's Chor Bazaar into cartographic portraits of the city.

The show is as much a statement of intent as an exhibition. By pairing a new museum with a commercial gallery and filling the space with the comforts of a home, the organisers present Ahmedabad's contemporary art scene as hospitable and communal rather than austere. The test will come when the museum moves into a building of its own and must define its voice without the borrowed warmth of furniture, plants and music.