Siddhartha could not forget the sight of the old man. He thought about him day and night and could find no peace in his heart. He spoke his thoughts only to Yasodhara, “When I saw the old man, all the wonderful things of the city seemed to fade away. The beauty and laughter in the palace is no longer real to me. I want to visit the city again to see life as it really is, to see how the common people go about their daily lives.”