Pradz Sapre
Staff Columnist
Pradz Sapre is a senior in Benjamin Franklin College majoring in Molecular Biophysics & Biochemistry and the Humanities. His fortnightly column “Growing pains” encapsulates the difficulties of a metaphorical “growing up” within the course of a lifetime at Yale. He can be reached at pradz.sapre@yale.edu
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SAPRE: With grief in my heart

If grief is the cousin of love, I have been in mourning since the day I stepped foot onto Yale’s campus. While that may be […]

SAPRE: Love letters

I remember my 10th year of life in Bombay in glimpses: the sheet music for Bach’s “Invention No. 1 in C Major” sitting atop my […]

SAPRE: Lifting the veil

This year, Yale’s family weekend may have been the highlight of my semester. My family didn’t make it to campus, in part because of the […]

SAPRE: Tears, idle tears

  Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to […]

SAPRE: A million secret lives

Most days, I am convinced that there are few lonelier places than my mind. To be clear, I don’t mind it here. Age and the […]

SAPRE: To all who came before

To all the first years that came before, Welcome to the beginning of the rest of your life. The phrase “rest of your life” probably […]

SAPRE: For provocation’s sake

I have a big problem and her name is Elise. You may ask me who Elise is, but I cannot tell you the answer. She […]

SAPRE: Living all the Yales

I have always been a staunch believer in precious freedom.  If someone told me that my actions were pre-ordained by some invisible puppeteer, tucked away […]

SAPRE: Preserving my memory

I’ve often been told that I have a good memory.  It all started in middle school, when I first discovered the joys of compiling a […]

SAPRE: Our manifold realisms

Much has been made of the -ics and their various -isms in the past few centuries. The romantics had their romanticism, the rational-ics with their […]

SAPRE: In Jeopardy!

My winter break in Florida was marked by the most unusual of traditions.  Instead of a daily visit to the key lime pie factory or […]