<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Bollard on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/bollard/</link><description>Recent content in Bollard on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/bollard/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Protest</title><link>/stories/2015/07/31/the-protest/</link><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2015/07/31/the-protest/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Dalveer was as pure as the snow. Born and raised in the UK but with strict Indian parents. She had always been taught that her body should remain pure until the night of her wedding. Dalveer was 23 and in good shape and had recently moved away to study at University. She had been totally devoted to her studies and had only made friends with one English girl, Clara.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One day while sitting in the cafeteria Clara had been telling Dalveer about a demonstration she was going on to protest about the Power Station that was about 20 miles away, it was about to be expanded into some ancient forest land. Clara was committed to saving the trees. &amp;ldquo;You should come&amp;rdquo;, she said to Dalveer. Dalveer instantly dismissed it as not being her thing and she was sure that her parents would not approve.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>