It literally just started as a joke. One evening, over chai and sarcasm, my cousin dared me to create a profile on one of those Indian matrimonial apps. “Just to see what kind of rishtas (proposals) you get,” she laughed. I rolled my eyes. But curiosity and boredom got the better of me. Within ten…
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High Heels, High Altitude: My Life in the Skies of Qatar
As I walk through Hamad International Airport in heels, hair slicked into a bun, burgundy hat angled just right. Some people stare, some admire, and others are curious. To them, I am a symbol of luxury and wanderlust. To me, I’m just reporting for duty. I’m a flight attendant based in Qatar. My office? A…
The Sky is My Shift
Many people romanticize my job. They ask me, “You must love travelling,” they say, imagining champagne in Paris or shopping in Milan. I smile politely because that’s what I’m trained to do. But the truth is far more than that, being a flight attendant based in Qatar is more discipline than a dream. Our days…
My Life as a Qatar-Based Flight Attendant
I didn’t grow up dreaming of flying. It just happened: a job interview, a plane ticket to Doha, and suddenly, I was living in the Middle East, dressed in burgundy, serving meals at 40,000 feet. Now, the world feels both enormous and weirdly repetitive. New countries every week, but the same hotel rooms, same safety…
Life Above the Clouds
The world feels smaller when you see it through the window of a Boeing 777 at sunrise. I’m a flight attendant based in Doha, and my life is a series of takeoffs, landings, and the strange in-between of airports and hotel rooms. People ask, “Is it glamorous?” Sometimes. There are days I’m sipping coffee in…
Layovers and Lipstick
Every time the aircraft door closes, a different version of me takes over. The calm, composed, and perfectly groomed professional who can pour coffee during turbulence and smile through anything. But when the doors open again, I’m just a woman living out of a suitcase, chasing rest across time zones. I’m based in Doha, the…
Confessions of a Flight Attendant
At 35,000 feet, time bends. Days melt into nights, languages blur, and I forget what city I woke up in. I’m a flight attendant based in Doha, Qatar, and no, it’s not all lipstick and layovers. People imagine this job as glamorous. And yes, there are moments: sipping espresso in Rome, watching the Northern Lights…