Glancing at himself, Chandarva saw the brilliant blue colour his golden fur had turned to. With the first rays of the sun falling on him, his skin glowed even brighter. Good heavens! I look horrible. No wonder the animals are so frightened of me. If I didn't know better, I would be frightened of myself. But wait! What a golden opportunity! 
ɡlænsɪŋ æt hɪmsɛlf,  sɔ ðʌ bɹɪljʌnt blu kʌlɜ˞ hɪz ɡoʊldʌn fɜ˞ hæd tɜ˞nd tu. wɪð ðʌ fɜ˞st ɹeɪz ʌv ðʌ sʌn fɑlɪŋ ɑn hɪm, hɪz skɪn ɡloʊd ivɪn bɹaɪtɜ˞. ɡʊd hɛvʌnz! aɪ lʊk hɔɹʌbʌl. noʊ wʌndɜ˞ ðʌ ænʌmʌlz ɑɹ soʊ fɹaɪtʌnd ʌv mi. ɪf aɪ 'ti noʊ bɛtɜ˞, aɪ wʊd bi fɹaɪtʌnd ʌv maɪsɛlf. bʌt weɪt! wʌt ʌ ɡoʊldʌn ɑpɜ˞tunʌti! 
 Indian's voice is very clear and very close-sounding, suggesting a good recording quality. The tone of the speaker's voice is monotone, with a moderate speed delivery.