I gave up my lower bunk on the train to a woman with a child, but soon regretted my good deed.

I was returning home after a tough exam session. I had passed all my exams, nearly sleepless, and dreamed of just one thing — getting some rest during the journey. I had specifically bought a ticket for a lower bunk so I could lie down comfortably and not struggle like on the upper one. I entered the carriage, settled in, and was already starting to drift off when a woman around forty entered the compartment with a boy who looked about seven.