Many such wonderful days passed. One glorious full moon night, after eating a delicious dinner, Chandarva sat talking to the other animals. Suddenly from a distance, a pack of jackals started howling. As soon as he heard this, Chandarva's body thrilled in delight. His eyes filled with tears of joy. Oh how he missed his family! Forgetting where he was and who he was pretending to be, Chandarva also started howling in a shrill high pitched tone. 
mɛni sʌtʃ wʌndɜ˞fʌl deɪz pæst. wʌn ɡlɔɹiʌs fʊl mun naɪt, æftɜ˞ itɪŋ ʌ dɪlɪʃʌs dɪnɜ˞,  sæt tɔkɪŋ tu ðʌ ʌðɜ˞ ænʌmʌlz. sʌdʌnli fɹʌm ʌ dɪstʌns, ʌ pæk ʌv  stɑɹtɪd haʊlɪŋ. æz sun æz hi hɜ˞d ðɪs, 'ɛs bɑdi θɹɪld ɪn dɪlaɪt. hɪz aɪz fɪld wɪð tɛɹz ʌv dʒɔɪ. oʊ haʊ hi mɪst hɪz fæmʌli! fɜ˞ɡɛtɪŋ wɛɹ hi wɑz ʌnd hu hi wɑz pɹitɛndɪŋ tu bi,  ɔlsoʊ stɑɹtɪd haʊlɪŋ ɪn ʌ ʃɹɪl haɪ pɪtʃt toʊn. 
 Indian speaks in a monotone voice at a slightly slower pace in a room with very clear acoustics and no discernible background noise.