Now the house that Chandarva had entered belonged to the village dyer. The dyer kept all his dyes in big vessels. The dyes were of several colours- green, yellow, red, purple, indigo. Chandarva had fallen into the indigo dye. Having fallen into this dark blue coloured dye, for that is the colour of indigo, Chandarva stayed there until the sound of the dogs could be heard no more. 
naʊ ðʌ haʊs ðæt  hæd ɛntɜ˞d bɪlɔŋd tu ðʌ vɪlʌdʒ daɪɜ˞. ðʌ daɪɜ˞ kɛpt ɔl hɪz daɪz ɪn bɪɡ vɛsʌlz. ðʌ daɪz wɜ˞ ʌv sɛvɹʌl kʌlɜ˞z- ɡɹin, jɛloʊ, ɹɛd, pɜ˞pʌl, ɪndʌɡoʊ.  hæd fɑlʌn ɪntu ðʌ ɪndʌɡoʊ daɪ. hævɪŋ fɑlʌn ɪntu ðɪs dɑɹk blu kʌlɜ˞d daɪ, fɔɹ ðæt ɪz ðʌ kʌlɜ˞ ʌv ɪndʌɡoʊ,  steɪd ðɛɹ ʌntɪl ðʌ saʊnd ʌv ðʌ dɑɡz kʊd bi hɜ˞d noʊ mɔɹ. 
 Indian speaks in a monotone voice with a slightly slow delivery in a quiet and clear environment. The recording is of very good quality with minimal reverberation.