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: 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 […]

SAPRE: Give us back our lives

The defining characteristic of our current pandemic is perhaps its crushing circularity. Diseases crash through a population in waves; cities and countries open and shut […]

SAPRE: Sad songs say so much

I spent Saturday morning perched on the couch in my common room, listening to my “sad music” playlist. When Spotify rolled around to Everybody Hurts […]

SAPRE: The wisdom of platitudes

Any good writer knows that the cardinal rule of writing is to eschew platitudes.  Budding writers, from a young age, are trained in the ways […]

SAPRE: Apropos of crapshoots

Two years ago, on the first of November, I sat at the dinner table with my parents and toasted to the culmination of 17 years […]

SAPRE: The wind beneath our wings

My childhood obsession with chocolate started with Munch chocolate bars. Violently tearing open the striking purple wrapper, gently biting into the fragile, flaky chocolate shell, […]

SAPRE: Novel ideas

I admire born storytellers.  Public speakers, high school teachers, friends of parents at a cocktail party, all of whom can talk about buying carrots at […]

SAPRE: Talking to strangers

Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t accept the candy they offer, lest it be tainted with hallucinogens. Don’t reciprocate the pleasantries they foist upon you, lest […]

SAPRE: Checking my privilege

There are days when I don’t like Rory Gilmore. As a student at a university whose widespread representation as a paradigm of talent and privilege […]

SAPRE: Lessons from nostalgia

On the bottom deck of my grandmum’s teak coffee table, beneath stacks of cloth bags and heaps of used paper, lies a photo album from […]