I knew he had no malice on his mind, and I let him come up and sleep beside me. We were sleeping on our sides, with our backs to each other. He was sleeping on the outside, facing outside while I was sleeping on the inside, facing inside (something like this: 9e). Good guy that he was, he kept trying to minimize the discomfort to me.
Anyone who has ever shared a berth in an Indian train knows that it’s very uncomfortable, which we realized after few minutes of effort to sleep. After that, I just turned around and told him, “I’ll face inside, you do the same. That way, we will have reasonable space to sleep properly”. He realized that it made sense and he turned. Now we were both facing inside (something like this: 99). Also, to make more space, I asked him to throw his blanket to the other upper berth and suggested that we share my blanket which was large enough for the both of us. We slept like that for about an hour. At around 3-something AM, my sleep broke by some sound again. I guess I am just a light sleeper.
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