Edge of the forest

A group of teenagers are leisurely riding their bicycles. You can hear their laughter from distance. You can see carefree joy in their faces. They are riding out of town, towards the edge of the forest. Where the mighty Himalayas rises up like a giant blue wall beyond the Terai. As the afternoon slowly drifts into evening, they return, tired but full of happiness. They bring their memories from the edge of the forest. Memories of tall trees in the fading light of dusk.

Many years later, some of these memories get a shape in a piece of paper.