In the dark night flies a many-hued phantom. It soars and spreads its wings above the gloomy human crowd. The whole world calls to it; the whole world implores it. At dawn the phantom vanishes to be reborn in every heart. And every night it is born anew and every day it dies! What Is It?
RESULT: Hope
It was a dark and gloomy morning when Aastha woke up. "I am glad I don't have to go to work today," Aastha thought, as she made her morning coffee. As Aastha put sugar into her coffee mug, she noticed something was wrong. The sugar did not dissolve! Why?
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry, On the same spot I'm always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?
I live above a star, and yet I never burn, I have eleven neighbors, and yet none of them turn, I am visited in sequence, first, last or in between, PRS (& sometimes Q) are my initials, Now, tell me what I mean.
It flies around the world without any wings, On the way it whistles and cries, Sometimes it destroys towns and trees, but sometimes it relaxes humans and beasts. It can fly through holes so tiny, so small. It can fly through plains that are big and wide. From the north to the south, it is feared when it comes, But also enjoyed by the people around. What is it?
