Riddle: I can carry you around; you can carry me as well; not a living thing, yet, I run faster than as you do but not without your help. I have as many legs and hands as every man has; round are my legs: one before and the other behind. The cycle is never out of my name. What am I?
Riddle: We are three brothers, running behind each other. Always running round our mother: one after the other, yet no matter how fast we run, we never touches each other. What are we?
Riddle: I pass by and keep your body cool; I am always around you, Every man feels me, everyone needs me; Yet none can ever see me; I am always outside, Yet one of the many people on your head receives me in. What am I?
Riddle: I am a word of five; spelled and read the same backward and forward; the mother of all takes her position at the center of me. My first and last letters are found in letters and flatters. What am I?