Siddhartha’s early life, wrapped in silk and silence, hinted at a deeper thirst beyond the palace gates.
Lord Buddha's struggle began not with war, but with a quiet refusal to live a lie—leaving everything to seek something real.
Through forests and famine, Buddha wandered like a question looking for its answer, unshaken and unsheltered.
In the hush of dawn beneath the Bodhi tree, Siddhartha faced himself—not the world—and discovered stillness was the answer.
Buddha didn’t preach escape; he offered a mirror—suffering exists, but so does the way out.
Lord Buddha’s truth wasn’t a sermon—it was a rhythm, a walk, a breath we can still follow today.