Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Heart... Go Planet
By your powers combined I am Captain Planet.

Captain Planet he's our hero
Gonna take pollution down to zero
He's our powers magnified
and he's fighting on the planet's side.

Captain Planet he's our hero

Gonna take pollution down to zero
Gonna help him put asunder,
bad guys that like to loot and plunder.

(You'll pay for this Captain Planet)

We're the planeteers, you can be one too
'Cause saving our planet is the thing to do
Looting and polluting is not the way
Hear what Captain Planet has to say.



That's not a greeting- that's my name. Hiya Jiwan Chhetri. I'm Nepalese, from the Humla disrict, in the Karnali zone. If you want to get precise, I was born and raised in Jaur. I'm saying all this because Nepal isn't globally as famous as other nations like England, America, Russia and all the other big near-superpowers. (Except for the USA which is, in fact, an actual superpower).
You'll have to excuse me- but only if you wish to- for my blabbering. I like to talk. A lot.

I'm not even silent when I'm out hiking in my beautiful home. I chat to all the trees, mountains, snow… and the animals. I've seen a snow leopard, a few tigers and many, many small critters too cute to mention. I'm an avid bird-watcher, a dedicated conservationist. I love animals.
In fact, I love most things. Maybe that's why my name means 'heart'.

Or maybe it was for another reason- some fateful, destiny-driven reason.

I first began to suspect my fate was twisting when I found the squirrel.

She was beautiful- a black giant squirrel, native to Southern Asia. I had seen the two-foot-long, fully grown variety before, but never such a young one. It shocked me to see such a small creature abandoned in the crisp evening snow.

I was given another shock to see why it was abandoned. A few feet away lay a full-grown squirrel, yellow belly exposed in rigor mortis. I didn't know how the poor thing died, but I still felt compelled to mourn her.
Slowly, I scooped a hollow in the snow and lay the mother against the dirt. After covering her and murmuring a few words, I stroked the babe with two fingers.

Its soft fur was cold, damp to the touch and matted. Instantly, my heart went out to the little critter. I cradled it gently and walked slowly home.

After setting up a basket lined with blankets over hot water bottles, I heated some milk.

Then I went to ask my parents if it was okay that I had an infant giant squirrel in my room.
It wasn't really okay, as a matter of fact, it was decidedly less than okay, falling far short of the category of okay-ness, but the squirrel was cute and I was determined.

The next day, I named her Kapila. You may ask why I named a squirrel after a sacred cow, especially since I'm not Hindu- I'm a Buddhist- but, basically, I liked the name. So there.

Kapila learned quickly that I had the milk, and I supplied the warmth. Within a few days her fur was glossy, brushed well by my caresses, and highly pampered.

A full week after I rescued Kapila, I took her in the morning to her mother's grave. I don't know why I did, it just seemed like the right thing to do. As I walked she crawled away from my arms and rested herself on my shoulder. With the way she was bound to grow, I savoured this while it could last. Two feet of squirrel is difficult to balance on a shoulder. I barely registered the slight bite of her sharp claws, noting more the soft fur.

I stopped, having reached the grave.

There was something on the slightly raised patch of muddy snow. It glinted in the soft sunlight. Curious, I peered at it. Kapila stayed firmly attached to my shoulder, as if wary of this shiny thing.

It was a ring. A golden ring set with a shimmering pink stone, embedded with a red shape- a heart. A glowing red heart.

I reached out for it, pleasantly surprised when a warmth spread through my fingers. It was beautiful, so elegantly crafted. Why would someone have left it derelict like this?

Kapila reached forward and grabbed it, snuffling her cute nose against it.

I took it back, wondering if I could somehow return it. But did I want to? It was lovely, and looked about my size… no, I had to return it to whoever had lost it.

For safekeeping, ie; away from certain squirrels, I slipped it onto my finger.

The heat intensified.

The world went foggy.

Kapila held on to me.

When my vision cleared, we were bathed in sunlight.

"Welcome to Hope Island."