On an early Sunday morning, an old man exits his house with plans to go grocery shopping. As he walks out of his front door, he begins walking down his sidewalk when he suddenly trips and falls due to lack of balance. The old man is weak and seemingly alone.
A dark-haired man is walking along the sidewalk when he finds the old man kneeling on the ground. He realizes the old man is in pain and quickly rushes over to help him.
The dark-haired man introduces himself as Siddhartha. Siddhartha realizes the old man's pain and suffering which is the first time he experiences an example of the unpleasantness of life.
My name is Siddhartha.
A sick man lays in his hospital bed thinking about his fate. He feels a sense of hopelessness, as he has experienced many procedures in hopes of curing his disease.
Siddhartha wanders around the city where he comes across a building labelled "Hospital." He enters and finds the sick man lying on a bed. The man looks extremely frail and exhausted. This comes as a surprise to Siddhartha as he has never seen such an unhealthy person.
Once Siddhartha exits the hospital, he walks outside to find a man lying on a stretcher. An ambulance has just pulled up in front of the building, with doctors swarming around the scene.