It was 3:47 AM. The Indian markets wouldn’t open for another five and a half hours, but Arun wasn’t looking at live prices. He was looking at a ghost.
Someone was accumulating. Quietly. Desperately. Like a thief filling his pockets before the alarm goes off. on balance volume chartink
Remember the sugar stock? a voice inside him hissed. Remember how you trusted the volume then? And the company went bankrupt anyway? It was 3:47 AM