It is a full moon night. The jackals are howling again. It is the second time that I have been disturbed from my hibernating sleep. I am Karadi, the bear. I do not like being aroused from my six-month sleep. I stroll out of my cave to look around. The night sky is bright with the full moon. At a distance I see the silhouettes of the jackals and hyenas. Their raised faces are howling at the moon. I feel a chill wind blow and I hurry back into my cave. The howling continues and I cannot sleep. I remember Chandarva. Have you ever seen a blue jackal. Well, neither had I, until I met chandarva. 
ɪt ɪz ʌ fʊl mun naɪt. ðʌ  ɑɹ haʊlɪŋ ʌɡɛn. ɪt ɪz ðʌ sɛkʌnd taɪm ðæt aɪ hæv bɪn dɪstɜ˞bd fɹʌm maɪ  slip. aɪ æm , ðʌ bɛɹ. aɪ du nɑt laɪk biɪŋ ɜ˞aʊzd fɹʌm maɪ sɪks-mʌnθ slip. aɪ stɹoʊl aʊt ʌv maɪ keɪv tu lʊk ɜ˞aʊnd. ðʌ naɪt skaɪ ɪz bɹaɪt wɪð ðʌ fʊl mun. æt ʌ dɪstʌns aɪ si ðʌ sɪlʌwɛts ʌv ðʌ  ʌnd haɪinʌz. ðɛɹ ɹeɪzd feɪsʌz ɑɹ haʊlɪŋ æt ðʌ mun. aɪ fil ʌ tʃɪl waɪnd bloʊ ʌnd aɪ hɜ˞i bæk ɪntu maɪ keɪv. ðʌ haʊlɪŋ kʌntɪnjuz ʌnd aɪ kænɑt slip. aɪ ɹɪmɛmbɜ˞ . hæv ju ɛvɜ˞ sin ʌ blu dʒækʌl. wɛl, niðɜ˞ hæd aɪ, ʌntɪl aɪ mɛt . 
 Indian's voice is very clear and has a monotone tone, spoken slightly slowly in a close-sounding environment.