Reaction or the lack of it

I am good at reading people's mind but I rarely react. Sometimes it's just plain nonchalance which has gotten me into and books time and again, other times it's the sheer absurdity of what I think the other person is thinking that makes me ignore the vibes. Sometimes I even play the devil's advocate to check if my hunch was right.

Today, however I did react. I was in middle of an conversation with my boss. The topic was pretty drab - how to react to mail from a client, who apparently didn't like our work, but his 'this is recession and client is god" rhetoric made the conversation funny (at least for me, though I managed to keep a straight face throughout). Being naturally gifted (I know I am humble and down-to-earth) I could sense his sense of dejection and frustration for the company behind the veil of the corporate jargon which he was so impeccably ranting off. Today, I thought was the ideal day to give some free advice to him. I interrupted him and shot back - "Don't make a deity of the client, people dominate you only if you allow them to. It's time to shrug off this brown skin mentality which has permeated deep inside us. I know you don't mean a word of what you just said". After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, during which I had already started framing my farewell mail, I heard those golden three words, "You are right!"

....which were followed by . "hey! get up man, boss has asked me tell you he has pinged you something" . I had fallen off to sleep on my desk. Gathering my thoughts I checked my inbox, yes the client's mail was still there and so was a ping from my boss "reply to the mail right now and say we sincerely apologise for the mistake". Cursing him I got up and clicked on the reply button... ahh reality!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by a bored mind in a very random state, so obviously none of this actually happened. Even, the part after the dream. Of course a dream isn't supposed to happen. And most times I can't even read my own mind, leave alone someone else's...