Arun’s heart stopped. He knew that land. His cousin worked as a clerk in the Navi Mumbai Municipal Corporation. Two weeks ago, over chai and vada pav, the cousin had mentioned whispers: “Bhai, that land? It’s going to be acquired for the new cargo terminal. Rate? Not ₹85 per share. Try ₹850.”
Remember the sugar stock? a voice inside him hissed. Remember how you trusted the volume then? And the company went bankrupt anyway? on balance volume chartink
The blinking cursor on the terminal was the only thing that moved in the room. Arun sat in the dark, the ghostly blue light of “Chartink” illuminating the deep circles under his eyes. On the screen, a single tab was open: . Arun’s heart stopped
Arun stared at the OBV chart. The line had just made a new 52-week high. The price was still at ₹85. The gap between truth and perception had never been wider. Two weeks ago, over chai and vada pav,
He looked at the OBV line again. It wasn’t just climbing. It was stepping . Up for three days, flat for one. Up for five days, flat for two. Like a soldier marching to a silent drum.
