Winter's wind and Summer's heat!

About Bangalore yesterday!

Shivering, I walked into bright sunlight today.
My hands, sucked by a winter coat, suffered from heat, and when I untucked them, they suffered from the cold. My coat buttons were pinned tight; my coat was zipped up until the chin on the first round of walking on the track. They were unbuttoned and let loose to lounge over my shoulders on round two as I had to allow the cold wind to cool my collarbones and ribs. My body had already become a hot pancake!
I panicked.
I ran back to my house immediately, to the twelfth floor, to a cozy corner of the building to decipher Bangalore's weather in peace, to decode the hot 'o' cold weather around.
What's going on? I asked my hot coat, I hung it on the sunny wall of the house; I poured my worries about the weather over the cold cushions of big brown sofa. Thankfully, they were wisely placed in the center of the living room to invite a confused mind on a bright, cold morning.
I still had my socks on my feet. I grabbed a grip and glided over the cold marble floor of the house; I ran to the balcony in the next moment to let my wrinkled winter skin feel the heat. Sweating, I ran back to my damp walls of the bedroom to complain about the heat.
I ran to the kitchen, my safe spot for winters and summers. It's both hot and cold. There, over the shadows of windows over the granite on the island, I made some icy lemonades and hot tomato soups before. I hopped and leaped quickly to choose one of them to help my hot, cold soul, relieve it from the pain.
What did I want? I needed a hot soup to warm up my hands and a cold lemonade for my very dry mouth.
I made both. One gulp and one sip. I was hot and cold again. Scratching my head, rubbing my shoulders, searching for gloves and hiding from sunlight, I started my work at the desk, finally.