I like it with the rope, man. That rope and the top of the railing bar of the stairs seems to confine the kid, who wishes to be out there; somewhere with the clouds. The gradual convergence of the rope and the railing bar seems to choke the child and squeeze out his childhood. Good work.
Ami upload korchhilam na tar karon byastota to chhiloi, kintu tar cheyeo besi, j goto koek mase comment korar lok eto kome gechhe j chhobi r upload korte ichchha hoy na. Beauty is not a beauty unless someone is there to behold it. Anyway, thanks for yr comment. Cheers