Jun 1 (ST) Siddartha is perturbed. Seated beneath a grove of sal trees at Lumbini Park in his father’s kingdom to let the tempestuous storm raging in his mind break out in a downpour of doubts, he can clearly see that life lies perpetually under sorrow’s siege. The three sights he had seen that morning had left him deeply disturbed. Not that they were strangers to him. He had met them before in his father’s stately palace and found them in a villager’s ramshackle hut. more..