A fresh start isn’t a new place. It’s a new mindset.

I’m told I began stammering at the age of five.

But I was lucky—truly lucky—to have parents who refused to accept that as the end of my story.

They didn’t settle.

They took me across cities, from one doctor to another, from therapists to astrologers… even to babas.

They weren’t chasing miracles. They were chasing hope—with relentless grit.

For them, a fresh start wasn’t about geography. It was about determination.

And they never gave up.

It was only when I turned twenty that their journey—and mine—finally led us to someone who’d been where I was:

An ex-stammerer.

And with his help, I found my fluency.