Standing in the middle of some newly sprouted grass is my old friend, Dhondu the donkey. With his head raised to the sky, eyes closed, oblivious to his surroundings, Dhondu was braying loudly. Hands over my ears, I yell, Dhondu! Stop that at once! 
stændɪŋ ɪn ðʌ mɪdʌl ʌv sʌm nuli spɹaʊtɪd ɡɹæs ɪz maɪ oʊld fɹɛnd,  ðʌ dɑŋki. wɪð hɪz hɛd ɹeɪzd tu ðʌ skaɪ, aɪz kloʊzd, ʌblɪviʌs tu hɪz sɜ˞aʊndɪŋz,  wɑz  laʊdli. hændz oʊvɜ˞ maɪ ɪɹz, aɪ jɛl, ! stɑp ðæt æt wʌns! 
 Indian speaks in a monotone voice with a slightly slow delivery in a very quiet, almost studio-like environment with clear and distinct sound.