Basket!!

I entered forties.
She was in mid thirties.
That is when we met.
It was not friendship at first meet.
A few meetings made it.
For hours, together we would sit.
Some times, it may be a short session.
Once in a day, we should meet is certain.
Tele-talk belongs to a league of its own.
It is a cause for my hubby’s frown.
We have our own types of emotional disturbance.
Discussions involved their turbulence.
Lots of turmoil, they would pose.
More often than not, we laugh over those.
Our chats convert tragedy to comedy.
Those talks gave soothing remedy.
She is a person with clarity.
Calling a spade, a spade is her specialty.
My tolerance is slightly better.
Wrongly timed blurts make my words bitter.
She is a basket of great talents.
I am a side dish, tasty to an extent.
We are each other’s object of admiration!
She hates outsider’s involvement in our conversation.
Whom I bring in very often!
She always tries to siphon.
She vehemently disapproves.
My b….a…..d….. habit, she sieves!
We are great friends, is an under statement.
"Sisters outside blood" is also incorrect.
Words in dictionary don’t best fit.
Then, what is it?
Yet to coin a word for that!