BLOGCHATTER A TO Z 2026 THEME REVEAL - BOOKS TRANSLATED FROM DIFFERENT INDIAN LANGUAGES - REVIEWS AND RECOMMENDATIONS

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The annual Blogchatter ritual is here and I am so glad to be back here. This year, for the A to Z challenge, I am choosing a theme that is so close to my heart as a literature fanatic and a language enthusiast. I have always been reading and recommending translated books from different languages and so, the last year I started this habit of reading books translated exclusively from Indian languages. 

 


India is a diverse country; I do not know if I can use the word ‘secular’ anymore. But diverse it is with its multicultural, multilingual background with people following different religions, cultures, and even cuisines. One of the most magnificent properties of our country is its varying languages, though they have become a subject of conflict recently. When a nation built on a foundation of secularism and democracy is misled by people who, for their benefit, use languages, religions, and borders to incite violence, this is bound to happen. 

 

To understand the importance of this diversity in Indian languages, one must really know how many languages were spoken in the country and how many there are now. India has 22 official languages and boasts of being the motherland of some of the oldest languages known to humankind. A lot of the other unofficial languages have become extinct and forgotten now. But we ought to preserve what is left as of now.

 

So, the point here is I will be reviewing books translated from different Indian languages from A to Z and when not possible, I will give you recommendations from other sources. So, watch this space for this month if you love translated works or are a linguaphile. I am genuinely excited about this challenge and hope it makes your time worthwhile.

 

This is a part of #BlogchatterAtoZ2026

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