As his children grow up in the landscape where he was raised, Indrajit Khambe finds himself returning to an earlier self — one formed by solitude, nature, and a childhood that was never photographed.
In Morning in the Home Garden, Indrajit Khambe photographs his children in the rivers, trees, and open landscape of Sindhudurg, the region where he himself grew up. Watching them move through this familiar world, he encounters his own childhood again — not as something distant or complete, but as a living presence carried forward through place, gesture, and daily life.
Because no photographs remain from his own early years, these pictures hold a particular weight: they preserve not only his children’s fleeting seasons of wonder and freedom, but also a past he can revisit only through memory. The result is a quiet, deeply felt essay on inheritance, tenderness, and the enduring bond between childhood and home.
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