by H. Baash
About Me
Hi, I’m Baash.
I call them excerpts. That is how writing started for me in my teenage years, after my first heartbreak. I remember sitting in the corner of a twelve by twelve room on a foreign island, listening to Back to December by Taylor Swift. I did not know what to do with the ache in my chest, so I wrote. Not poems, not essays, just fragments. Excerpts of what I was living through.
Even before that, I grew up reading Nora Roberts, Danielle Steel, and John Grisham. Their stories showed me that words could stir emotions I had not yet lived. They woke something in me. They made me want to write what I felt, even if I did not yet have the language for it.
I created driftletters because words have always been my way of breathing. I wrote quietly at first, just for myself. Now I share these fragments with anyone who might need a little softness in their day.
I live in the Maldives, where I work in hospitality. My days are spent welcoming people, listening to their stories, and carrying a few of my own in silence. Outside of work I am drawn to perfumes, travel, music, and the little moments that do not make it into photos but linger in memory.
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driftletters is my journal made public. Not polished, not rushed, but shared slowly. Here you will find excerpts, poems, scent diaries, reflections from the road, and whispers from work.
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Thank you for reading, for being here, and for letting these words drift into your world.
— H. Baash
(muse of soft things & salt air)​
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Nexus Publishing