Kissing Under the Wings

Don’t you find the heading quite intriguing—and somewhat entertaining?That was the precise scene I witnessed, with a touch of embarrassment. Yet somehow, it seemed ordinary enough to dismiss. I’m referring to an era when air hostesses were seen as glamorous, high-society figures. The aircraft was on the ground, and the pilot was doing his usual walkaround for pre-flight checks. What exactly they checked—I’m still not sure.

I’m talking about the non-jet aircraft days: the Avro HS 748 or Fokker F27. Practically everything was done manually—loading and offloading baggage, stocking catering items, unfolding the concertina, locking landing gear pins. That was 1978 to 1980.

Walking around the aircraft was a mundane affair. I was new, curious, and eager to explore. So I took a round of the HS-748. And wow—on the far side of the wing (opposite the passenger entry door), I saw the pilot kissing my senior air hostess.

For a second, I was taken aback. Then I smiled and walked on. Everything was okay. Normal. It was the call of the time—a happening thing.

As I write this, all the images flash before me like slides stored in my memory for years, waiting quietly. Isn’t it fascinating how your brain calls up whatever it wants, just when you least expect it?

This little moment brings on a wave of nostalgia. It also highlights the simplicity and casual nature of life back then. It was easier. More entertaining. More real. Unprofessional—yes—but in the best way. Compared to today’s structured pre-flight briefings, it felt both practical and emotional. Flights were smoother. Moods lighter.

Our career path back then was always uncertain. Age restrictions meant flying was considered a short-lived phase. Pilots and ground staff would even advise: “Get married within four years, or you’ll miss the boat—and stay unmarried.”

But so many of us were intelligent, proactive, spirited. Flying was perfect for the fun-loving, the free-spirited. That may not hold true in today’s commercial setup, but back then—flying was freedom. And yes, I miss it still.

This small memory may seem trivial, but it brings back the texture of life—its rawness, its rhythm, its warmth. We weren’t formal. We were human.

Which makes me wonder: Has flying today become just a job?A way to earn?It’s unfortunate if so. Because this profession is so much more.It’s a chance to grow—into someone empathetic, someone joyful, someone resilient.

I want to invite today’s air hostesses, pursers, and pilots—all flying crew—to come out of your shells.Share your feelings. Express what you’ve been holding in.Open your heart. Feel light.And get ready for your next takeoff.

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