#Editing Highs and Lows

I am fed up with the idea of getting back to blogging for a week or two and drop the idea because of hectic work schedule and demands in life. Hence this time, I am not going to promise or commit that I’d write regularly.
Whenever I think of making a comeback, I start with a guest post. This time, I am here to present a wonderful post #OnEditing by Dhivya Balaji. Thank you so much, Dhivya. You are making the day more special.

It’s a special day to me. It’s my wife Vidhya’s birthday. Happy Birthday to you, my wifey.


Whenever I talk about book editing, it is always with a mixture of pride, amazement and utter incredulity that I recall some of the projects I’ve worked on. The best of them have taught me well, and I’ve also learned some things from the worst of them. It’s more about the collective experience than anything else, and in my relatively short stint as an editor, I’ve had my share of experiences.

The value that editing adds to a book is seen best in the way the book is organised. Dispelling common misconceptions that editing is just about correcting mistakes in spelling and grammar, there have been instances where editing has beautified the structure of the book and brought it to its final form. There have also been times when a book needed very little correction in terms of language but needed a lot of cutting and reorganisation in terms of the story itself.

Every project is a learning experience, and every book enriches the writer in the editor. A book is a brain child of an author who’s spent hours working on it, and a good editor is someone who is equally passionate about the book and finding out how best it can be presented to readers.

Therefore mutual respect between the author and the editor is one of the most essential requirements for a book to turn out well. An editor must always keep in mind that they have been trusted with the author’s creative genius, and hours of work for the book that was completed amidst loads of self criticism. An author needs to remember that the editor is paid to find and correct errors so the readers would be able to enjoy the story to its fullest.
Like all other professions, editing, too, has its share of highs and lows, and my most memorable editing project was a combination of both. It was with that book where I learnt that many authors go through depressing periods of self doubt and criticism that would be called a ‘writer’s block’. And that same book proved that once the author is over that block, the output can exceed the wildest expectations.

Often misunderstood, the disagreements regarding book editing come in the form of not understanding that there are various types of editing, and no two books can be dealt with similarly. Editing is a broad classification that includes other variety of services that start with proofreading and go on to levels like developmental editing. In each of these levels the amount of influence that the editor has on the book will vary, and the shape of the output will also differ.

In the best interests of the book, the mistakes, comments, suggestions and ideas should be perused carefully back and forth. Each suggestion or correction should be validated based on how the end product should be affected. Having a clear understanding of what editing is, and how beneficial it is for the book, is most important for every piece of work that’s published.

Editing Highs and Lows by Dhivya Balaji

Desh Ki Beti by Megha Barthwal

I take pride in welcoming you again to Few Miles. Megha, my colleague at work, an enthusiastic poet, is back with a poem. This time in Hindi Language… DESK KI BETI!

Here you go… the stage is all yours!

Mai desh ki beti kehti hu,
Mai desh ke dil mein rehti hu;
Jahan dharti ko maa kehte hai,
Un saanso me m behti hu.

Yaha puja meri hoti hai,
Phir rooh kyu meri roti hai;
Sab kathan paraye lagte hai,
Sab log paraye lagte hai.

Ye jag kyu mujhse rutha hai?
Ye pyar bhala kyu jhuta hai?
Kyu bhoz mje sb kehte hai?
Meri aankho mein bhi sapne rehte hai.

Mai kokh mein hi mar jati hu,
Kyu mai kisi ko bhi na bhaati hu?
Yadi janma bhi di jati hu,
Mar mar kar hi ji paati hu.

Tooti chattano si mein dehti hu.
Har baar mai hi kyu sehti hu?
Mai desh ki beti kehti hu,
Mai desh ke dil m rehti hu.

Mai khoon ke aansu piti hu,
Bhs dar dar kar mai jiti hu.
Aawaz nhi m reeti hu,
Har naari ki aap-beeti hu.

Mujhe jhukao nhi, mje dabao nhi,
Ab chahe jitna chahoge na rok mje tum paoge.

Na roko mujhe na toko mujhe,
Mai vishva ka ujiyara hu.

Maa kasie tune tyag dia? Aakhir m ansh tumhara hu.
Mai aandhi hu mai junoon hu, pita tumhara hi to mai khoon hu.

Jo ab na zhukna chahte hai un aanko ki mai seepi hu.
Mai dekh ki beti kehti hu.
Mai desh ke dil mein rehti hu.


Thanks a lot for giving me an opportunity to exhibit my writing. Now I am feeling more confident that I can continue to write more. Thanks for showing confidence on me.

A day without you :’-|

There’s always poet inside you. All you need is to express yourself in a language you feel comfortable. Of course, you need a small bit of encouragement and self-confidence to give wings to the poet in you. Luckily, I have many such sweethearts in life. And, that’s pretty much the reason for expressing myself.

Megha Barthwal, my colleague at work, an enthusiastic soul, is one such talented heart. On this special day, I’m privileged to introduce Megha to Blog-o-sphere, and let your pen create magic.

Here you go… the stage is all yours!

Passing along the morning mist,
Sound of flowers’ gist.
Indeed I see a world waking their eyes.
Though, I’m holding a long so list.

What all to do, what all can I do?
I want to leave all regrets and remorse,
Inside me hidden some strong force.
My burning desire, my eyes too liar.
My body so feeble, my voice not so audible…
Still pushing me so forward in a condition so awkward,
But all together strengthening me so deep;
All my inner voice emerging a bleep.

That I am so brave, and I am strong fist.
I have to forget when you very first kissed;
I have to move on and show me myself.
Coz I do exist! Coz I do exist!

Leaving behind the warmth of your touch,
Also want to forget so way do you judged.
My lips too will carry the smile I tucked;
I have to prove, I am no more a smudge.

I want to feel that I am also ‘I’,
I want to see that it’s not a lie.
I want to know I’m not so frail to cry,
I want to understand, you are no more of my.

Just a day without you, I want to live;
Now no more time I want to forgive.
Just one more chance myself I want to so give;
Just one more determination am going to outlive.

If one day I can so, daily I do.
I am thankful to you, and now I bid you adieu.


Thanks a lot for giving me an opportunity to exhibit my writing. It’s the first time I am writing for any blog and feeling more confident that I can continue to write more. Thanks for showing confidence on me.