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The first thing I noticed was the notification. I looked at my phone and saw a money transfer. I opened it and saw the name. I just stared at the screen.
“Seriously?”
It wasn't a huge amount or enough to change my life. It wasn't even enough to make me happy. If anything, it annoyed me.
Because this wasn't somebody randomly sending me money. This was someone I had already made it very clear to that I didn't want any communication with him.
No calls, conversations, checking up on me. Nothing!
And somehow, money had entered the chat. I looked at the transaction again. There was no narration. Just the transfer.
I sat there wondering what exactly I was supposed to do with that information.
Was I supposed to say thank you?
Was I supposed to ask why?
Was I supposed to return it?
Was I supposed to pretend I did not see it?
The annoying thing was that I already knew what it was probably about.
It wasn't really about the money.
It was a door. A tiny little door that said, You can still talk to me if you want to.
And I didn't want to. That was the part that made me uncomfortable.
Because money is such a strange way to get someone's attention. You can't exactly respond with,“Please stop contacting me,” when the person hasn't actually sent a message.
There was nothing to respond to. Just a transaction sitting quietly in my account.
I thought about it for a while. Then I did something that surprised even me. I didn't send a message, ask why he sent it or said thank you.
I didn't ask him to explain himself. I just left it there. A few minutes passed. Then an hour and the rest of the day.
My phone stayed quiet. And somehow, that silence felt louder than a message would have.
Because I kept wondering whether he was waiting for me to react, expecting a “Thank you”, or to ask what it was for.
Maybe he just wanted to see whether I would respond at all. I didn't know. And for once, I decided I didn't need to know. It wasn't easy, I mean not responding. There is always something very tempting about an unfinished conversation.
You want to know what the other person meant. You want to know why they did it, whether there was some hidden message behind the thing they did.
You start constructing explanations. Maybe this or that or maybe they miss me. Probably they want to apologise, or they're testing whether I will respond or they just sent it without thinking.
And before you know it, you're having an entire conversation with somebody who hasn't said a single word.
I caught myself doing exactly that.
Then I laughed. Because I had promised myself I wasn't going to do this anymore.
I wasn't going to turn every little thing into a mystery I needed to solve.
So I closed the app and went about my day.
The money was still there. The unanswered questions were still there. Nothing had been resolved.
Not everything needs a response.
Not every gesture deserves a conversation.
And sometimes, the clearest answer you can give somebody is no answer at all. Silence is golden!
I still remember looking at that transfer and thinking how strange it was.
A person can be completely absent from your life and still find a way to knock on the door.
Sometimes with a message or a phone call.
And sometimes...
with money you never asked for.