বিটকয়েন যখন ৭৭ হলো

যেটিকটিরশ্বস

আমি একা‍ইভাবে, my terminal-এরপাশেবসছিলাম, when the chart spiked—$7.00 USD—আর market-এর liquidity-এর lines-এরমধ্যে I heard it: it wasn’t just trading coins. It was breathing.

The Algorithm That Wept

San Francisco-এ, data streams-এ, I learned that volatility isn’t chaos—it’s poetry written in TensorBoard.

Code as Prayer

Last night, I reread Zhuangzi beside my terminal: ‘The Dao moves without effort.’ My models don’t predict markets; they mirror them.