In view that you have graduated from the institute, this is to inform you
that your account will be deleted on September 25, 2005.

This was not just a mail. It brought along a lot of sorrow. Yes it was very expected, in fact awaited.

Sometimes we behave in such stereotypical fashions. Its like we have been trained. This is a moment when you *should* be sad. So you become sad.
Similarly someone dies and you should be sad. But many times you just cannot find the emotion.
You search for it, but not finding it you end up faking it.
An enquiry into the emotion of love on the same lines. Take anyone you love. Do you love that person all the time. Or you love them some of the times. And the rest of the time you fake the emotion. Knowing that you love them overall so for times you dont feel that emotion fake it as a filler emotion.

Actually in this case, the declaration of the date is a little brutal. Its sounding like a sentence. Overall, now the situation seems hilarious to me. Only if I manage to retrieve all the data, that is. Otherwise it will be really tragic