It is spring time. The forest is a riot of colours and scents. The flowers burst forth with vivid hues. Their fragrances intoxicate my senses. Roses dance with bobbing head, jasmines swirl in enticing ways and the bright sunflowers dazzle in the golden sunlight. Ah! Spring is here! My senses are awakened and I am filled with joy. I am Karadi the bear. It feels good to awaken after my long sleep to the song of the koyal and the dance of the peacock. With a song on my lips and a bounce in my step, I leave my cave. 
ɪt ɪz spɹɪŋ taɪm. ðʌ fɔɹʌst ɪz ʌ ɹaɪʌt ʌv kʌlɜ˞z ʌnd sɛnts. ðʌ flaʊɜ˞z bɜ˞st fɔɹθ wɪð vɪvʌd hjuz. ðɛɹ fɹeɪɡɹʌnsʌz ɪntɑksʌkeɪt maɪ sɛnsɪz. ɹoʊzɪz dæns wɪð bɑbɪŋ hɛd,  swɜ˞l ɪn ɛntaɪsɪŋ weɪz ʌnd ðʌ bɹaɪt sʌnflaʊɜ˞z dæzʌl ɪn ðʌ ɡoʊldʌn sʌnlaɪt. ɑ! spɹɪŋ ɪz hiɹ! maɪ sɛnsɪz ɑɹ ʌweɪkʌnd ʌnd aɪ æm fɪld wɪð dʒɔɪ. aɪ æm  ðʌ bɛɹ. ɪt filz ɡʊd tu ʌweɪkʌn æftɜ˞ maɪ lɔŋ slip tu ðʌ sɔŋ ʌv ðʌ  ʌnd ðʌ dæns ʌv ðʌ pikɑk. wɪð ʌ sɔŋ ɑn maɪ lɪps ʌnd ʌ baʊns ɪn maɪ stɛp, aɪ liv maɪ keɪv. 
 Indian speaks in a monotone voice at a slightly slower pace in a room with very clear acoustics and no discernible background noise.