Not Indian like me

(I wrote this piece from a section of a book manuscript, following the guidelines of a prompt from StoryADay.org to write a "drabble", which was described as a 100-word story.) 

My mother called me a few days after the mosque fell.

We had gone to India together earlier that year, when debates over whether the sixteenth century mosque had been built on the ruins of a temple dominated the national news.

I told her that the news upset me.

She said the Muslims got what they deserved.

Shocked, I reminded her of her Muslim friends and of the kind face of religious tolerance that Hinduism wore.

How can you be a Hindu and believe what you said? I asked.

You cannot understand, she said. You are not Indian like me.