what's the probability of getting a king or a queen from a pack of 52 cards?

There is one thing that goes round the house and also inside the house but never even share a brief touch. What is it?

It comprises roots which nobody sees,
Much taller than those trees,
Up and up it goes,
Still it never grows?

You can find some missing letters in the picture. By placing two particular letters in the spaces, you can form a nine lettered word beginning from one of the corners and going clockwise direction to the middle. Can you find out the letters and the word?

John was gifted a new Hayabusa. He drove x miles at 55mph. Then he drove x+20 miles at 40mps. He drove his bike for 100 minutes. How much distance did he travel?

A man plots the murder of his wife. His plan is full proof. Nobody saw them leaving their house. He stabbed her with a knife while driving. She died on the spot. He threw her body in a valley. He threw the knife carefully wiping his finger prints on a random garbage bin. Then he went back to his home and no one was watching him this time as well.

After an hour, he was called by the local police department who informed him that his wife was murdered. They asked him to reach the scene of crime immediately. But as soon as he arrived at the crime scene, he was arrested by them.

How did the police know that he himself is the murderer?

Once while in his court, King Akbar asked Birbal to write something on a wall that makes one sad when read in good times and makes one happy when read in sad times.

He took only a few moment and wrote something that fit the requirements. What did he write?

As shown in the picture below, we can see a boy hanging on the tree branch to save his life. There are various ways in which he can die like1. A snake hanging toward the right waiting to bite the boy.2. A roaring Lion near the tree.3. Two crocodiles are ready to attack if the boy reaches near water. The tree is chopped to some extent, so can fall as if he moves a lot. Can you give this boy an escape plan?

I am the black child of a white father, a wingless bird, flying even to the clouds of heaven. I give birth to tears of mourning in pupils that meet me, even though there is no cause for grief, and at once on my birth, I am dissolved into air. What am I?

I am a white box having no key or lid.
Yet there is a golden treasure inside it.

What Am I?