Mamata Banerjee wrote a memoir, titled My Unforgettable Memories, back in 2012. Still in her first year at Writers’ Building, after a landmark agitation in Singur dislodged the longincumbent and by then recumbent Left, it was meant as a midjourney logbook. Jottings at the end of one phase of her ‘ragstoriches’ life, it only marked the onset of another. Since then, she has been writing the subsequent chapters on the slate of Bengal’s public life. Through exhausting electoral cycles, she has seen it all—cultic euphoria, high and low tides, survival anxiety. Yet, if an updated edition ever comes out, 2024 will contribute some unforgettable memories—many of the sort she’d like to forget. One of them even threatened to become her own Singur moment. As 2025 dawns, though, West Bengal…