Bloody Hanker Sore…………………. Sore badly sore…….I got the word for it also…It’s Hanker Sore ….. I am Hanker sored! The massive frustration, that you can burst your bust with the knowledge that you are out of the market now. Married and with a child too……………. How dare you even imagine someone let alone see and marvel lady…. That fab fool in gym flexing his muscles, the biker who just vroomed past my car teasing me or that dandy dancer at the party who matched my energy on the bhangra beats; ah…..I am forgetting that photographer with his DSLR who reminded me that traveler in me is sleeping for too long. How can they…have it all and making me feel rotten ,stuck ,Claus trophic ,jammed, webbed and trapped…oh no no no….they left me hanker sored. I am daring type and have good eyes, that’s not my fault. I am genuine and have good inter personal skills .Smiling comes instinctively to me as I see someone .But it has its handicaps too. What if that the cutie on the othe