Travelling across India on a motorcycle is an intimate way to get acquainted with its myriad cultures, each with their unique beliefs and lifestyle.

One Life to Ride takes you across the hot and dusty plains of India to the highest motorable road in the world - the fabled Khardung-La in Ladakh.

Along the way you'll meet Sufi saints, fake fakirs and homesick soldiers.

You'll get stuck in an icy road river and be miraculously rescued.

You'll feel the stress an average Kashmiri experiences everyday.

You'll see how blind and dangerous religion can be if it is only followed in rituals and illogical beliefs.

You'll see how friendly and hospitable everyone is on the roads of India.

You'll come away feeling exhilarated, entertained and yes, also exhausted by the physical arduousness of the motorcycle ride.

Witty, reflective and honest, One Life to Ride is a daring, real-life adventure guaranteed to keep you turning the pages. Maybe even make you wish you were riding

Oven after the stroke left him half paralyzed and robbed him of much of his speech, Jeremy D'Costa was an impressive presence. There was a certain dignity about the manner in which he gripped his four-legged aluminium walking stick as he got out of the back seat of his black Mercedes and struggled to make his way to the front door of the clinic. Tall, dusky and suave, dressed in clothes that had come from the best known brands, he looked what he was, a successful and polished man of the corporate world. Facial palsy had skewed the symmetry of his features but he still managed to look benign and handsome.

His visiting card said he was CEO of Ace Electrodes but since his stroke, his work had been taken over by a Mr. Desai, his assistant, in what was said to be a purely temporary arrangement until the boss recovered.

As his speech therapist, it was obvious to me that the day of his supposed return to his office was a distant dream.

His stroke had left him severely handicapped. Aside from the physical disability it had caused to the right half of his body, it had damaged his memory circuits, which store the basic concepts of human language and speech.

Six months of speech therapy sessions had helped him regain a portion of his abilities, but he still had a long way to go. A man who had been an expert at high-level finance was now just about able to add single digit wanbers. Where once his intelligent and witty nuversation had held the attention of the rich and famous, he now found great difficulty in putting together simple five-word sentences. But improving he surely was, considering he had not been able to say a single word for the first two months of therapy.