Pradz Sapre
Staff Columnist
Pradz SAPRE is a senior in Benjamin Franklin College majoring in Molecular Biophysics & Biochemistry and the Humanities. He is the News' current Editorial Column Editor. 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
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SAPRE: Please respond to your damn texts

Picture this. It’s a Tuesday night. You run into the friend at the dining hall whose life is permanently in shambles, sometimes because they break […]

SAPRE: Magical thinking

Like every major day in my life thus far, my first day as a Yale college senior arrived with all the clamor of a single […]

SAPRE: On ending conversations

It’s 10 p.m. on a Saturday night. You are at a random suite in Jonathan Edwards, where the only person you know is the host. […]

SAPRE: The art of storytelling

Like most writers I admire, I have an overactive imagination. I have been accused of transforming the slightest trills in a voice into a declaration […]

SAPRE: Concealing my STEMness

I rarely ever tell people what I’m majoring in. I much prefer to make them guess.  Most days, this strategy serves me well. The first […]

SAPRE: Homesickness

My first encounter with homesickness was in an excerpt of Roald Dahl’s “Boy: Tales of Childhood.” I was in the sixth grade then, sitting in […]

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 […]