The shade of the trees, The single hut, A few flowers, And a sky, In the picture That hangs on the wall.   As my eyes rest on the flowers, My heart wanders In search of The solitude Of the painted hut.   —Pada Veettin Thanimai, Oru Maalaiyum, Innoru Maalaiyum (2000)   The most enduring memory Salma’s friends in the Tamil literary circle have of her is arguably the sight of her eating dosai. It was the first time