At 4:15 AM, he did something he hadn’t done in three years. He pulled out his old trading journal. The pages were stained with tea and tears. On the last used page, he had written in red ink: “Never trust divergence alone. Fundamentals lie. Volume lies. Only time tells.”
And sitting there, in the same dark room, with the same blinking cursor, Arun finally understood his grandfather’s words: on balance volume chartink
Arun didn’t sell at the top. He sold at ₹890. After taxes, he walked away with ₹4.8 lakhs from his own trade. Mrs. Desai’s 15 lakhs became 1.57 crores. She bought him a new ceiling fan. And new chappals. At 4:15 AM, he did something he hadn’t done in three years
Six months later, the news broke. The land acquisition was real. The cargo terminal was approved. Siddhivinayak Infra touched ₹920. On the last used page, he had written
He closed the laptop. For the first time in three years, he slept without dreaming of sugar stocks.
“Beta? At this hour?” she rasped.
“Buy Siddhivinayak Infra,” he said. “All of it.”