The Years We Hurried Through: Aaradhya Urella
We built kingdoms
of sand
and abandoned them
before the sun set.
We scraped our knees,
our pockets were always full of stones,
our hands smelling
of rain and mud.
When the sky opened,
we ran into it.
There was no umbrella.
No need to hurry home.
The rain was enough.
Then somehow,
Things started disappearing.
The scraped knees.
The afternoons
That once seemed endless.
Now the rain
falls against the window
while we sit inside,
counting bills and mistakes.
Once, we couldn’t wait to grow older.
We measured childhood
by how many birthdays
were left.
Now the years behind us
feel like rooms
we forgot to lock
still holding
our muddy shoes,
our unfinished games,
our small sorrows,
and the children
who never knew
they were leaving
for the last time.
Aaradhya Urella is a young writer and design aspirant from India. She writes about love, loss, friendship, memory, and the unspoken feelings that quietly shape our lives. Drawing from ordinary moments and experiences many of us recognize, her poetry seeks to turn those familiar emotions into something readers can see themselves in.
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