You measure my life in hours
I serve you by expiring
I vanish faster when I am thin
and slower when I am thick
The wind is my energy
What am I?

You see me once in June, twice in November, and not at all in May. What am I?

What am I?

There was a greenhouse.
Inside the greenhouse, there is a white house.
Inside the white house, there is a red house.
Inside the red house, there are lots of babies.

What is It?

Until it is measured, not known. Yet how you miss it when it has gone. What is it?

Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?

I am a word of 12 alphabets.

* Alphabets 12, 4, 7, 2, 5 : Eastern beast of burden
* Alphabets 1, 8, 10, 9 are street made famous by Sinclair Lewis.
* Alphabets 11, 3, 6 are past.

On whole it means a person suffering from delusions of greatness.

What Is it ?

Spelt forwards I’m what you do every day, spelled backwards I’m something you hate. What am I?

Pronounced as 1 letter, And written with 3, 2 letters there are, and 2 only in me. I’m double, I’m single, I’m black blue and grey, I’m read from both ends, and the same either way. What am I?

If your uncle’s sister is not your aunt, what relation is she to you?