The home was furnished with expensive modern gadgets, a testament to his flourishing business. I was led to a room, where he lit a candle, and placed a vessel of water. He then proceeded to lie down on the bed, draped in a white sheet. I was instructed to hold a small stone, round and black, while he set about the business of summoning Dabholkar’s soul. Shortly after, he started shaking violently. He calmed down, however, in less than a minute. Rising up from the bed, he told me, in Marathi, that he was Dr Dabholkar.