This is a very old story, which is from earlier India (British Era). This story is as follows
The thing happened at the Calcutta Medical College.
There was a student who had come from Dacca, the Provincial Capital of
Eastern Bengal. Let us call him Jogesh.
Jogesh was a handsome young fellow of about 24. He was a married man and his
wife's photograph stood in a frame on his table in the hostel. She was a girl
hardly 15 years old and Jogesh was evidently very fond of her. Jogesh used to
say a lot of things about his wife's attainments which we (I mean the other
students of his class) believed, and a lot more which we did not believe. For
instance we believed that she could cook a very good dinner, but that is an
ordinary accomplishment of the average Bengali girl of her age.
Jogesh also said that she knew some mystic arts by means of which she could
hold communion with him every night. Every morning when he came out of his
room he used to say that his wife had been to him during the night and told him
—this—that—and the other. This, of course, we did not believe, but as Jogesh
was so sensitive we never betrayed our scepticism in his presence. But one
significant fact happened one day which rather roused our curiosity.
One morning Jogesh came out with a sad expression and told us that his father
was ill at home. His wife had informed him at night, he said; at that time we
treated the matter with indifference but at about 10 o'clock came a telegram,
(which we of course intercepted) intimating that his father was really ill.
The next morning Jogesh charged us with having intercepted his telegram; but
we thought that he must have heard about the telegram from one of the students,
as there were about half a dozen of us present when the telegram had arrived.
Jogesh's father came round and the matter was forgotten.
Then came the annual University examination.
Jogesh's weak subject was Materia Medica and everybody knew it.
So we suggested that Jogesh should ask his wife what questions would be set,
during one of her nightly visits.
After great hesitation Jogesh consented to ask his wife on the night before the
examination.
The eventful night came and went. In the morning Jogesh came out and we
anxiously inquired what his wife had said.
"She told me the questions" said Jogesh sadly "but she said she would never visit
me again here."
The questions were of greater importance and so we wanted to have a look at
them. Jogesh had noted these down on the back of a theatre programme (or hand
bill—I really forget which) and showed the questions to us. There were eleven of
them—all likely questions such as Major —— might ask. To take the questions
down and to learn the answers was the work of an hour, and in spite of our
scepticism we did it. And we were glad that we did it.
When the paper was distributed, we found that the questions were identically
those which we had seen that very morning and the answers to which we had
prepared with so much labour only a few hours before.
The matter came to the notice of the authorities who were all European
gentlemen. The eleven answer papers were examined and re-examined, and
finally Jogesh was sent for by Col. —— the Principal to state how much truth
was there in what had been reported, but Jogesh prudently refused to answer the
question; and finally the Colonel said that it was all nonsense and that the eleven
students knew their Materia Medica very well and that was all. In fact it was the
Colonel himself who had taught the subject to his students, and he assured all the
eleven students that he was really proud of them. The ten students were however
proud of Jogesh and his mystic wife. It was decided that a subscription should be
raised and a gold necklace should be presented to Jogesh's wife as a humble
token of respect and gratitude of some thankful friends, and this plan was duly
executed.
Jogesh is now a full-fledged doctor and so are all the other ten who had got hold
of the Materia Medica paper.
After the incident of that night Jogesh's wife had an attack of brain fever and for
some time her life was despaired of, and we were all so sorry. But, thank God,
she came round after a long and protracted illness, and then we sent her the
necklace.
Jogesh told us subsequently that his wife had given him an Indian charm-case
with instructions to put it on with a chain round the neck whenever he required
her. Immediately he put on the chain, to which this charm-case was attached,
round his neck, he felt as if he was in a trance and then his wife came. Whether
she came in the flesh or only in spirit Jogesh could not say as he never had the
opportunity of touching her so long as she was there, for he could not get up
from the bed or the chair or wherever he happened to be. On the last occasion
she had entreated him not to press her to tell the questions. He had, however,
insisted and so she had dictated to him the examination paper as if from memory.
The theatre programme was the only thing within his reach and he had taken
down all the questions on that, as he thought he could not rely upon his own
memory. Then she had gone away; but before going she had walked up to him,
unbuttoned his kurta (native shirt) at the chin, and removed the charm-case from
the chain to which it was attached. Then she had vanished and the charm case
had vanished too. The chain had, of course, remained on Jogesh's neck. Since
that eventful night Jogesh had had no mystic communion with his wife during
his stay in Calcutta.
She refused to discuss the subject when Jogesh afterwards met her at Dacca. So
the mystery remains unsolved.