On Balance Volume Chartink Apr 2026

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.”

The sun rose over Mumbai. The slums glowed orange. The OBV line, frozen in time until 9:15 AM, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. on balance volume chartink

Arun had learned that lesson too late. Three years ago, he had ignored the OBV divergence in a sugar stock. Price went up, volume went down. He went all in. He lost everything—his father’s retirement fund, his sister’s wedding savings, his own dignity. He had moved back into this cramped Mumbai chawl, where the walls wept humidity and the ceiling fan wobbled like a dying kite. Arun’s heart stopped

And sitting there, in the same dark room, with the same blinking cursor, Arun finally understood his grandfather’s words: Two weeks ago, over chai and vada pav,