Whenever the kitchen ran out of flour and other food stuffs, the Singhs would go and pluck fruits and dig up sweet roots from the nearby woods. Soon, Sundri also became an expert at this job, and would go wandering into the jungle in search of edible plants.

One day, she noticed a small hill at a distance and walked towards it. From the summit, she saw a village on the other side, surrounded by rich, green fields. The villagers were Hindus. They were short but strong in build and relied on their crops for sustenance. Sundri began to purchase vegetables and other items from them, at regular intervals. The villagers were happy to deal with her, but no one could understand where this graceful young girl came from and where she went.

One day all the rations were over in the camp and the money too was finished. Everyone was tired of eating roots and wild fruits. Sundri decided to take matters into her own hands. She had a gold ring studded with a diamond, which had been given to her at her wedding. She took this into the village and showed it to a couple of shop - keepers, hoping to sell it and use the money for buying rations.

No one could put a value on the ring. Disappointed, Sundri turned to go back to the camp. At the end of the street, she was stopped by a well-dressed man.

"Bibi , who are you, and why are you looking so sad ?" he asked.

Sundri: "I can't find a buyer for my diamond ring."

Man: "Let me see it."

Sundri gave him the ring

Man: "It is valuable and the gem is pure. You can easily get Rs. 700/- for it. Unfortunately, I can't help you as I am far from my place and have no money with me."

He heaved a sigh and with tears in his eyes he handed the ring back to Sundri and said, "Bibi, may Lord Shiva bless you. If you can take this ring to a town, you will get a much better price for it."

Sundri: "It will be as Guruji wishes. But tell me, why you, a man, have tears in your eyes?"

Man: "Bibi, you are a helpless woman and I am a weak man. Neither of us can help the other. It is no use reciting my troubles to you. I feel that you are not happy, that is why you are trying to sell your ring."

Sundri: "Oh brother, I am supremely happy. You may think that I am weak, but I know that I am a brave person and belong to a community of courageous warriors, who are putting the fear of the Lord into the hearts of the Mughals."